Chapter

 1 XVIII |   impatient of the long, monstrous waves which the wind raised before
 2 XVIII |           about with fury, and the waves running high. The Rangoon
 3 XVIII |           the violence of wind and waves. Each delay filled him with
 4 XX    |           briskly forward over the waves. ~
 5 XXI   |       Tankadere, which rode on the waves like a seagull; and perhaps
 6 XXI   | counter-currents, and the chopping waves broke her course, whilst
 7 XXI   |         day, borne on by monstrous waves, preserving always, fortunately,
 8 XXI   |         lying in the trough of the waves, shook and rolled terribly;
 9 XXI   |           from the violence of the waves. ~Day reappeared. The tempest
10 XXI   |        mountainous sea, though the waves crossed each other, and
11 XXXI  |         lightly as a boat over the waves. When the breeze came skimming
12 XXXIII|      Henrietta ploughed across the waves like a real trans-Atlantic
13 XXXIII|         state of the sea, the long waves of which broke against the
14 XXXIII|    maintain herself upright on the waves. ~Passepartout's visage
15 XXXIII|            could not rise upon the waves, crossed them, swamping
16 XXXIII|         raised the stern above the waves; but the craft always kept
17 XXXIII|        disdaining to rise upon the waves, invariably cut through