Book, Chapter

1    1,  18|      tunic, in our turn, and shouted with equal spite, that this
2    2,  53| forgot, did you?" Trimalchio shouted, "You'd think he'd only
3    2,  54|      Hurrah for Gaius," they shouted. As for the cook, he was
4    2,  57|    that's bought for me," he shouted, "I forbid it's being carried
5    2,  64|       we arose in a body and shouted, "Hurrah for the Emperor,
6    3, 102|      sesterces are mine," he shouted, "I'll follow that crier
7    4, 110|      Oh you silly woman," he shouted, "as if those scars were
8    4, 118|  destruction, Encolpius," he shouted; "restore that sacred robe