Chapter

 1 I     |      Byron - at least that his head was Byronic; but he was
 2 I     |         his body straight, his head erect; he was steadily watching
 3 I     |       left hand, put it on his head with an automatic motion,
 4 II    | serviceable, with a good round head, such as one likes to see
 5 III   |        was Phileas Fogg, whose head now emerged from behind
 6 III   |      not so much as raised his head. But in the present instance
 7 IV    |      unconsciously swaying his head from right to left. ~"We'
 8 IV    |     feet smeared with mud, her head covered with a wretched
 9 XII   |       Francis, putting out his head. ~"I don't know, officer,"
10 XII   |   tambourines and cymbals. The head of the procession soon appeared
11 XII   |        fair as a European. Her head and neck, shoulders, ears,
12 XII   |  speaking, the guide shook his head several times, and now said: "
13 XIII  |    erect, the Parsee bowed his head, and Passepartout was, no
14 XIV   |      lifted him as high as his head. Passepartout, not in the
15 XV    |        put it hurriedly on his head. ~"The first case," said
16 XV    |        putting his hand to his head, he exclaimed, "Heh! This
17 XVIII |         and taking it into his head to aid the progress of the
18 XIX   |     waiters, taking him by the head and feet, carried and laid
19 XIX   |      the liquor mounted in his head, for he drank without perceiving
20 XIX   |    what he had heard, held his head between his hands, and did
21 XIX   |    drew several puffs, and his head, becoming heavy under the
22 XXI   |      frail a vessel. Above her head rustled the white sails,
23 XXIII |   heartily, "I mustn't lose my head. I can't sell this costume
24 XXIII |      you sing standing on your head, with a top spinning on
25 XXVI  |      of ten or twelve thousand head of buffalo encumbered the
26 XXVIII|  stopped. Passepartout put his head out of the door, but saw
27 XXVIII|    Fogg might take it into his head to get out; but that gentleman
28 XXVIII|    occurred, and, with hanging head, he was turning towards
29 XXIX  |     across each other over his head, he made use of his old
30 XXX   |       sergeant placed at their head. ~"Thanks, captain," said
31 XXX   |        resume its place at the head of the train. They could
32 XXX   |  merely replied by shaking his head. ~Thus the night passed.
33 XXX   |     Fogg was marching at their head, and just behind him were
34 XXXII |    Speedy began to scratch his head. There were eight thousand