Book, Chapter

1    1,  12| crooked alleys, to this place, pulled out his tool, and commenced
2    1,  13|     force. When I screamed, he pulled out his tool and gritted
3    1,  15|    laughter and hand-clapping, pulled away the cloak which covered
4    1,  26|  pawing among the silver, they pulled the amphora in two, upsetting
5    2,  37|      around in the straw. They pulled out some pea-hen's eggs,
6    2,  73|     praise, the wretched slave pulled a small earthen lamp from
7    2,  76|     dog by his appearance, and pulled us, shivering, to dry land.
8    2,  78|        lady next door, when he pulled me aside: 'don't let your
9    5, 145|   ordered the very rooms to be pulled down" (Paulus Diaconus,