Book, Chapter

1    1,  11|         a prophetess until, when presently we came to a more obscure
2    1,  30|     catching sight of Quartilla, presently, "What's up now, you shameless
3    2,  63|    language. There came a pause, presently, and "You don't any of you
4    2,  67|          Our simpleton came back presently, and threw himself upon
5    2,  72| nightingale, and when Trimalchio presently called out, "Change your
6    2,  78|      garment. An officious slave presently held a cold water pitcher
7    3,  86|         me to lose the battle, I presently sallied forth into the public
8    5, 153|        is going on, and I intend presently to tell my master; for I