Book, Chapter

1    1,  13|      for the murder of your host?) Won't you hold your tongue,
2    1,  19|  and means of support. Mine host furnished this information
3    2,  38|   these elegant extras, the host cried out, "Mars loves a
4    2,  61|       he bawled, "Don't our host's swell entertainment suit
5    3,  89|    the extreme beauty of my host's son. For the latter reason,
6    3,  97|     forgetting my duties as host by offering an affront to
7    4, 115| receive the bounty of their host. Refreshed by food and drink,
8    4, 123|   served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed,~
9    5, 143|   Sated two of the heavenly host: in Pelias, behold~Juno'