Book, Chapter

 1    1,  12| house and took to his heels, leaving me as the object of their
 2    1,  15|   point of the journey, and, leaving us to sleep there until
 3    1,  19|  dark, and we sallied forth, leaving the management of dinner
 4    2,  75|    will. To Philargyrus, I'm leaving a farm, and his bedfellow,
 5    2,  82|      happy circumstance and, leaving Agamemnon in the lurch,
 6    3,  95|     hush his complaints and, leaving Eumolpus behind -- for he
 7    3, 101|     own cunning! For fear of leaving room for suspicion, I piled
 8    3, 101| piled covers upon my pallet, leaving the impression of a single
 9    4, 106|     my clothing, as baggage, leaving the ends somewhat open,
10    4, 119|    to prevent the grave from leaving any part of us behind when