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 1  1, 10|         an elegant room, with a bed, dressing-table, and several
 2  1, 13|     with surprising clearness a bed of sand. The penetrating
 3  1, 14|        and impassive, I went to bed, not without some anxiety. ~
 4  1, 17| inclined planes, it touched the bed of the sea. The thermometer
 5  1, 21|      remained alone and went to bed, but slept indifferently.
 6  1, 21|         ere she could leave her bed of coral. ~However, some
 7  1, 21|         tide, quitted her coral bed exactly at the fortieth
 8  1, 22|       midst of a phosphorescent bed which, in this obscurity,
 9  1, 22|     gone back to the motionless bed of water? I tried to resist
10  1, 23|          quarters. ~There, on a bed, lay a man about forty years
11  2, 8 |        in his room, probably in bed. Neither the engineers nor
12  2, 14|         o'clock. Then I went to bed, not, however, without invoking,
13  2, 15|   violent shock. I sat up in my bed and listened in the darkness,
14  2, 16|     Nautilus then rested on the bed of ice, which was not one
15  2, 22|      and stretched myself on my bed to quiet my bodily agitation.