Book, Chapter

1  Int,   2|  Gulf of Naples is the only bit of coastline which fits
2    2,  45|   between you and me, I'm a bit groggy; the booze has gone
3    2,  53|  think he'd only left out a bit of pepper and cummin, wouldn'
4    2,  67|  always level-headed, not a bit gossipy. And now I'll tell
5    3,  96| such a man! He could do his bit all right! I haven't a doubt
6    5, 160|     the house, you're not a bit like a slave except when
7    5, 160|    and whenever the tiniest bit happens to fall upon the
8    6     | translation of this curious bit. The favorite could not