Chapter

 1 II    |       for a master after his own heart. Passepartout was by no
 2 IV    |          touched his susceptible heart. ~Two first-class tickets
 3 XI    |          himself whether a human heart really beat beneath this
 4 XII   |            Why, you are a man of heart!" ~"Sometimes," replied
 5 XIII  |      charmed him; he perceived a heart, a soul, under that icy
 6 XIII  |       executioner. Sir Francis's heart throbbed; and, convulsively
 7 XVII  |      whereof the cloves form the heart of a half-open flower. Pepper
 8 XVII  |    agitation in this gentleman's heart. But no! the charms of Aouda
 9 XX    |       said "a week" Fix felt his heart leap for joy. Fogg detained
10 XXI   |       doubt, excepted - felt his heart beat with impatience. The
11 XXII  |     necessary to keep up a stout heart, and to postpone the meal
12 XXIV  |          the state of the lady's heart; and, being the most faithful
13 XXVIII|       really more than that. Her heart sank within her when she
14 XXX   |          of sad forebodings, her heart stifled with anguish, wandered
15 XXXIV |        robber. The young woman's heart revolted against so heinous
16 XXXV  |       his mind to leave him. His heart was full, and his conscience
17 XXXV  | overflowing? Has he ever read my heart? My friend, he must not
18 XXXV  |   checking the pulsations of her heart. ~"Please let me finish,"
19 XXXV  |          is a sad thing, with no heart to which to confide your
20 XXXV  |         pressing his hand to her heart. ~Passepartout was summoned