Book, Chapter

 1  Int,   3|      eat, cramming it down her throat, the effect of the alcohol
 2    2,  68|         he crammed it down her throat. This sight put Trimalchio
 3    3,  84|      wailed, "here is my naked throat, turn your swords this way
 4    3,  98| Eumolpus' servant, slashed his throat, once, twice, and fell down
 5    4, 105|    thunderbolt and, beating my throat, "Oh Destiny," I wailed, "
 6    4, 106| watchman except by cutting his throat or throwing him overboard
 7    4, 112|       the barber's blade to my throat, but I had no more intention
 8    4, 112|   which he had already cut his throat. The lines still stood at
 9    5, 136|     the human body, the belly, throat, or even the head when it
10    5, 160|     cry came crooning from her throat. With each impetuous movement,