Book, Chapter

 1    1,  13|       boldly still, he roared: "Won't you keep quiet, you filthy
 2    1,  13|       the murder of your host?) Won't you hold your tongue,
 3    1,  30|        you promised me? But you won't get off unpunished You
 4    1,  30|       and Giton the victor, had won a not bloodless victory.
 5    2,  38|       way these stinking slaves won't make us so hot with their
 6    2,  47|        a lot of harm, for a man won't prosper when he believes,
 7    2,  50|      can talk book-foolishness, won't. You don't belong to our
 8    2,  50|     master's too easy with him; won't make him stick to one
 9    2,  50|         fine thing, and a trade won't starve.'"~
10    2,  54|    Corinthus makes? And, so you won't think I'm a blockhead,
11    2,  61|      the fee, and I hope that I won't need to blush in my grave
12    2,  67|         a matter of fact, for I won't lie to you, we didn't
13    2,  75|       the plans I've given you, won't you? I earnestly beg that
14    2,  75|        with gypsum, so the wine won't run out; show one broken
15    2,  78|         can repay a bad turn, I won't have her kissing me when
16    2,  79|         ain't he? But Fortunata won't see it! Ain't that the
17    2,  80|         embarked in business. I won't keep you long in suspense;
18    3,  93|         hand, and this artifice won us.~His feeble hand nerved
19    3,  99|        public streets, but that won't go here! This is no widow'
20    4, 104|       regarded as a prize to be won? No, indeed I desire no
21    4, 116|      and the victorious soldier won both of his objectives;
22    5, 130|    chatter. "Come now, confess, won't you," I queried, "is this
23    5, 160|        You'll tell me the truth won't you, now?~KORITTO: Artemis
24    6     | sanglante.~Giton the victor had won a not bloodless victory.~