Book, Chapter

1    1,  15|   Seeing my condition, he took pity upon me, for I was covered
2    1,  21|     the robbers of the past! I pity you, so help me the God
3    1,  22|        my bed; and I, moved by pity and by apprehension, begged
4    2,  48|      neither gods nor men take pity on it? May I never have
5    3,  95|       that I saw aright, "Take pity on me, brother," he cried,
6    4, 105|        around the knees, "Take pity upon the perishing," I besought
7    4, 118|    joined together, and if, in pity, it casts us up upon the
8    5, 145| throwing herself at his feet, "pity my maidenhood, do not prostitute