Book, Chapter

 1    1,  10| place, until, worn out with running, and long since dripping
 2    1,  22|    to laughter, and fell to running her fingers through the
 3    2,  49| steel in the best style, no running away, the shambles will
 4    2,  56|  dropped a cup while he was running on in this fashion. Glaring
 5    2,  56| done than the slave started running around the room crying, "
 6    2,  71|     drunken kisses, the one running on about her diligence as
 7    2,  75|   for fear the rabble comes running up into my monument, to
 8    2,  82|    heels, as though we were running away from a real conflagration.~
 9    5, 130| back from it; her eyebrows, running from the very springs of
10    5, 142|  which had befallen me kept running through my brain and, brooding