Book, Chapter

 1    1,   6|  from Asia, touched with its breath the aspiring minds of youth,
 2    1,  13|    pathic harlot, whose very breath is infected?" Ascyltos pretended
 3    1,  15|       when he had caught his breath, gloatingly exulted of the
 4    2,  49| fallen flat if you blew your breath at them. I've seen better
 5    2,  72|  finally, from sheer want of breath, "Did he ever have any training,"
 6    3, 102|    cautiously drawing a full breath, Giton pressed his mouth
 7    3, 102|  suffocated from holding his breath, suddenly sneezed three
 8    4, 104|      lose it through lack of breath." When, but without any
 9    4, 126| warmth from the sunbeams,~No breath from the Springtime can
10    4, 127|  battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor~Relinquished
11    5, 132|     kisses offend you? Is my breath fetid from fasting? Is there
12    5, 132|  been expending my vigor and breath elsewhere. "No! No! Darling,"