Book, Chapter

 1    2,  32|          passed through into the cold water. But short as was
 2    2,  45|      from your bed. It's been so cold that I can hardly get warm
 3    2,  46|          pot of mead, I tell the cold to suck my cock! I couldn'
 4    2,  47|        by Hercules, I do! All in cold cash, too; but I've eaten
 5    2,  49|        any frame-ups. It will be cold steel in the best style,
 6    2,  70|          course of tarts, served cold, with excellent Spanish
 7    2,  71|       have to piss hot and drink cold, the way things are now."
 8    2,  77|        It was very small, like a cold water cistern; Trimalchio
 9    2,  78| officious slave presently held a cold water pitcher to her cheek
10    3,  87|          debauchees or they're   cold.~But solitary, shivering,
11    4, 127|       but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness;~But,
12    5, 132|        the spoils;~The face with cold sweat is suffused~And Fear
13    5, 136|       now impossible to do;~For, cold with Fear, the wretch withdrew~
14    6     |        life slipped by.~Here icy cold fountains, here flower covered