Book, Chapter

 1    1,  15|    favors. Burning with lust, he pressed his suit, but Tryphaena
 2    1,  28|          Calling him to her, she pressed a kiss upon his mouth, then
 3    1,  30| attempted to peep our faces were pressed against each other; whenever
 4    2,  73|          him, holding his finger pressed to his lips. Finally, the
 5    3,  90|        his snowy breasts, then I pressed a clinging kiss upon his
 6    3,  95|         arms around his neck and pressed him tightly against my breast,
 7    3, 102|     drawing a full breath, Giton pressed his mouth against the very
 8    4, 115|      your duty is to live!' When pressed to eat or to live, no one
 9    4, 117|          sobbed very bitterly. I pressed her earnestly to tell me
10    5, 136|        me to love. Our lips were pressed together in a torrent of
11    5, 143|       slave if the injured party pressed his complaint." (This news
12    6     |         take care that they were pressed down under the roses. The
13    6     |         led her by the hand over pressed flowers, through a thick