Book, Chapter

1    1,   7|          they secure their ends, save by setting snares for the
2    2,  34|          commenced begging us to save him from punishment, as
3    2,  35|        the couches were occupied save only that of Trimalchio,
4    3, 102|      your Giton, do your best to save him. Would that some cruel
5    4, 118|        hands to me imploringly. "Save us from destruction, Encolpius,"
6    4, 123|          no sound there is heard~Save only the wind as it rustles
7    5, 136|         only thing I could do to save my self-respect, I pretended
8    5, 156| resorting to self-mutilation, to save themselves from the temptations
9    6     |              We know that naught save licit rites~Be known to