Chapter

 1 XI    |         so rubicund, was fairly white with suspense. ~At two thousand
 2 XIV   |       harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant
 3 XIV   |         teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling
 4 XVII  |    bright red within, and whose white pulp, melting in the mouth,
 5 XX    | galvanised iron-work, her deck, white as ivory, betrayed the pride
 6 XXI   |      Above her head rustled the white sails, which seemed like
 7 XXI   |         which seemed like great white wings. The boat, carried
 8 XXII  |        clad in blue cotton with white stripes, and bearing guns;
 9 XXII  |         copper-colour to a dead white, but never yellow, like
10 XXVI  |         the windows but a vast, white sheet, against which the
11 XXVII |    waistcoat, black trousers, a white cravat, and dogskin gloves.
12 XXVII |    large strata, encrusted with white salt -  a superb sheet of
13 XXX   |      the eye could reach on the white plain behind, red trails
14 XXX   |   pursuing Fogg across the vast white plains; it did not seem
15 XXX   |       disappeared, mingling its white smoke with the eddies of
16 XXXI  |        phantom-like tree, whose white skeleton twisted and rattled
17 XXXI  |     pointing to a mass of roofs white with snow, said: "We have
18 XXXIII|   colloquy, Passepartout was as white as a sheet, and Fix seemed