Book, Chapter

1    1,   7|     rock, without the hope of a catch."~  ~An Extemporary Declamation ~
2    1,   8|  sublime when it is designed to catch the fancy of boys, then
3    1,  29|          What it was, I did not catch. "By all means," ejaculated
4    2,  62|         mother. All right, I'll catch you in the street, you rat,
5    2,  67|         t lie to you, we didn't catch sight of the witches themselves.
6    3,  85|       in the lodging-house, and catch me in the midst of my troubles,
7    3,  95|         NINETY-FIRST.~(There) I catch sight of Giton laden with
8    4, 113|        hauled in the struggling catch on baited hooks. Then some
9    5, 129| dispatch an agent to Africa and catch us in our lie? Or even suppose