Book, Chapter

 1    1,  15|      greeted us with a scowl as black as any Lycas himself had
 2    2,  32|       golden cage, from which a black and white magpie greeted
 3    2,  35|        olives, white in one and black in the other. Two platters
 4    2,  37|     superlative; for instead of black and white pieces, he used
 5    2,  47|        his age well, and was as black as a crow. I knew the fellow
 6    2,  67|         bed. His whole body was black and blue, as if he had been
 7    2,  68|       was playing with a little black bitch, disgustingly fat,
 8    4, 118|    rain-squalls, a pall of such black density blotted out the
 9    4, 124| Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders~Of pumice lie Happy
10    5, 129|        the house, in a state of black melancholy, hoping to revive
11    5, 137|    disheveled hair, and clad in black garments which were in great:
12    5, 145|    enter here, smeared with the black soot of the brothel"; Seneca,
13    5, 145|       the loins with a pouch of black leather stands by you whenever
14    5, 152| ruptured at the top.~A flash of black gauze and delicate flesh
15    5, 152|        was draped with spangled black gauze, through which the
16    5, 156|    physician in the time of the black plague. He had observed
17    6     |       sing of the dark eyes and black hair of Lycus . . . "with
18    6     |              with dark eyes and black hair beautiful." It is not