Book, Chapter

 1  Int,   3|     the little old lady girded round with a filthy apron, wearing
 2  Int,   4|       Nodot are printed within round brackets, the forgery of
 3    1,  25|        frieze robe, and girded round with a belt. One minute
 4    2,  43|         and so the world turns round, just like a mill, and something
 5    2,  43|        Earth is in the centre, round as an egg, and all that
 6    2,  59|       up.~Falernian, boy, hand round the cup.~This epigram led
 7    2,  64|        while the third carried round a bowl of wine and cried, "
 8    2,  68|    whole dining-room was going round, when "See here, Plocamus,"
 9    2,  71|     more.~She appeared, girded round with a sash of greenish
10    3,  99|     blear-eyed old hag, girded round with a filthy apron, and
11    4, 123|      Venus; delayed and hedged round~The hurrying passage of
12    4, 123| ignobly prized is the wood~But round it is gathered a company
13    5, 150| finished supper, a man carries round in a coffin the image of
14    5, 153|  Pamphilus and me;~For veering round unheard, unseen,~She slily
15    5, 154|        are continually driving round the immense space of the
16    6     |        themselves all the year round, and that they are not quite
17    6     |     press so delicately, those round thighs, those plastic buttocks,