Book,  chapter

1    1,   14|    his eyes, looked round and murmured, “Oh, my Lord! Is it you!”
2    2,    4|       Dundee.”~“Poor father,” murmured Mary, “away from us for
3    2,    8| father.”~“Oh! your Lordship,” murmured John, turning pale. He could
4    2,   11|        where irregular creeks murmured in their beds, half hidden
5    3,    4|    Mary Grant!”~“Poor girls!” murmured Glenarvan. “John, my heart
6    3,   12|   rope.~“My child, my child,” murmured Lady Helena, “the savages
7    3,   15|     Yes, death on all sides!” murmured Glenarvan, crushed by despair.~
8    3,   19|      But the separation!” she murmured.~“You will not be alone,