Chapter

 1 II    |         lived alone, and, so to speak, outside of every social
 2 XIX   |        Useless!" said Fix. "You speak confidently. It's clear
 3 XXI   |       my share - " ~"Let us not speak of that, sir," replied Mr.
 4 XXI   |     voice to Mr. Fogg, "Shall I speak out to your honour?" ~"Of
 5 XXIV  |         don't budge, and let me speak. As long as Mr. Fogg was
 6 XXVIII|         The train leaped, so to speak, from one bank to the other,
 7 XXX   |      her own, too much moved to speak. ~Meanwhile, Passepartout
 8 XXXI  |       close together, could not speak for the cold, intensified
 9 XXXIII| distrustful eye; but he did not speak to him, for their old intimacy
10 XXXIII|       to Mr. Fogg, and began to speak earnestly with him. Without
11 XXXIV |       in disorder. He could not speak. "Sir," he stammered, "sir -
12 XXXV  |          You say he is going to speak with me this evening?" ~"
13 XXXVII|      Fogg's room. ~He could not speak. ~"What is the matter?"