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 1 VIII |        s a perfect chronometer, look you." ~"I see how it is,"
 2 XI   |       down, and did not dare to look at his master. ~"Sir Francis,"
 3 XI   |         we will, if you please, look about for some means of
 4 XIV  |       purchases, to take a good look at the city. It was formerly
 5 XVIII|       she saw him. ~Fix did not look at the state of things in
 6 XIX  |      hands, and did not dare to look at the detective. Phileas
 7 XX   |        knots the hour. Will you look at her?" ~"Yes." ~"Your
 8 XXI  |          Fogg quietly. ~"South. Look! a typhoon is coming up." ~"
 9 XXV  |          darting a contemptuous look at the ruffian. ~"Englishman!"
10 XXX  | speaking, and he understood her look. If his servant was a prisoner,
11 XXX  |      before that calm and frank look. ~"I will stay," said he. ~
12 XXXIV|       escaped his lips, but his look was singularly set and stern.
13 XXXV |      nothing." ~"But how do you look upon the fate, sir, which
14 XXXV |     instant, as if to avoid her look. When he opened them again, "