Book, Chapter

 1    2,  46|        Chrysanthus slipped his wind! Why, only the other day
 2    2,  53|       Before he had run out of wind, a tray upon which was an
 3    2,  59|   jewels: in garments of woven wind clad~Our brides might as
 4    2,  66|        and I nearly slipped my wind. The sweat was pouring down
 5    3,  98|         Seeing what was in the wind, Giton slipped out of the
 6    4, 103|          You're hanging in the wind, Eumolpus," said he, "as
 7    4, 108|      hair or nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea."~
 8    4, 111| unexpected springing up of the wind prevented the carrying out
 9    4, 118|       steer. At one moment the wind would set towards Sicily,
10    4, 118|        but the next, the North Wind, prevailing on the Italian
11    4, 123|   there is heard~Save only the wind as it rustles among the
12    5, 154|        and purple float in the wind; and as they are agitated,
13    5, 160|    like two ripe fruits in the wind, and their sharp, thickly