Book,  chapter

1    1,    9|  emotions with those which stirred the bosom of Ferdinand de
2    1,   13|    For some minutes no one stirred. At last one of the party
3    1,   16|  Paganel.~Thalcave neither stirred nor spoke. His eyes remained
4    1,   19|    the tall grass, already stirred by the breath of day.~The
5    1,   22|  passed safely, and no one stirred till Thaouka woke them by
6    1,   25| the atmosphere; not a leaf stirred on the tree, not a ripple
7    2,   10|   liked, the mothers never stirred. Sometimes this state of
8    2,   12|   battle. Even Paganel was stirred to the depths of his heart,
9    3,   13| night.~The natives had not stirred. Their numbers seemed even