Book, Chapter

 1    1,   7|    portico than he himself had sweat in the school, but exclaimed, "
 2    1,  10|       long since dripping with sweat, I approached a certain
 3    1,  12|        EIGHTH.~Wiping away the sweat with his hands, he replied, "
 4    2,  48| trumpet in the forum. He never sweat nor spat. I don't know,
 5    2,  66|    nearly slipped my wind. The sweat was pouring down my crotch,
 6    3,  83|      less cause for being in a sweat even when we came to our
 7    4, 105|     for quite a while, until a sweat finally relieved our tension,
 8    5, 132|     spoils;~The face with cold sweat is suffused~And Fear grips
 9    5, 138|       have lost both labor and sweat! Not content with getting
10    5, 160|      and nastily gay. Drops of sweat mixed with paint were trickling