Part, Chapter

 1  1, 5 |       poop of the vessel. Now leaning on the netting of the forecastle,
 2  1, 5 | vessel. ~At that moment I was leaning forward on the starboard
 3  1, 6 |       again, and the captain, leaning towards me, said: ~"I will
 4  1, 6 |    our eyes. ~At this moment, leaning on the forecastle bulwark,
 5  1, 7 |      made a last effort, and, leaning on my shoulder, while I
 6  1, 10|   this scene. ~The commander, leaning against the corner of a
 7  1, 22|       I generally used. Then, leaning on the cage of the watch-light
 8  2, 1 |      transparent that any one leaning over them would turn giddy.
 9  2, 3 |       four great copper heads leaning over him! And, above all,
10  2, 5 |     upon a damp fog. ~We were leaning on the sides of the pinnace,
11  2, 9 |      There, monumental rocks, leaning on their regularly-cut bases,
12  2, 9 |    petrified in mute ecstasy, leaning on a mossy stone. Was he
13  2, 10|     sea. The high partitions, leaning forward on their base, grew
14  2, 14|     Captain Nemo, I found him leaning on a piece of rock, silently
15  2, 22|  suddenly awoke. Ned Land was leaning over me, saying, in a low