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 1    1,    3|         beach.~More than once he cried out, “Oh, papa! my poor
 2    1,    4|         father! my poor father!” cried Mary Grant, throwing herself
 3    1,    7|             To Chili! to Chili!” cried the unfortunate geographer. “
 4    1,   17|         Gauchos.”~“The Gauchos!” cried Paganel; and, turning to
 5    1,   19|         oh you unfortunate boy,” cried Glenarvan.~But even Thalcave
 6    1,   19|     starting had arrived.~“Now!” cried Thalcave, “come.”~Glenarvan
 7    1,   19|         Oh, my child, my child!” cried Glenarvan, with indescribable
 8    1,   26|    Thalcave! Thalcave!” they all cried with one voice.~“Amigos!”
 9    1,   26|           My sister, my sister!” cried Robert, stretching out his
10    2,    4|     after name until his hearers cried for mercy.~“Stop, Paganel,”
11    2,    5|      helm.~“What is the matter?” cried the captain, rushing on
12    2,    5|        was the time. “Pour out!” cried the captain, “and God prosper
13    2,   11|       Lord.”~“Better than that?” cried Glenarvan. “I do not understand
14    2,   11|        ships.”~“What! convicts?” cried Paganel, who recognized
15    2,   12|         professor of geography!” cried Toline. “Oh, sir, do question
16    2,   12|          Great Britain.”~“What!” cried Paganel, “under the Protectorate
17    2,   12|   Johnson.”~“President Johnson,” cried Paganel, “the successor
18    2,   12|         city, Calais.”~“Calais!” cried Paganel. “So you think Calais
19    2,   13|       regular houses.~“Seymour!” cried Paganel; “that is the last
20    2,   15| presented itself.~“My goodness!” cried Paganel, “the landlord of
21    2,   16|        bellow.~“They are there!” cried John Mangles, slipping between
22    2,   16|          go seventy-five miles?” cried Glenarvan.~“At the least,
23    2,   16|        water goes down.”~“Wait!” cried John. “Is there no ford?”~“
24    2,   16|        and fifty miles on foot!” cried the young Captain.~“On horseback,”
25    2,   17|         the wagon—to the wagon!” cried John Mangles, dragging Lady
26    2,   17|        Miss Mary! Miss Mary!” he cried; “you are crying!”~“Crying,
27    2,   18|         do nothing of the kind!” cried McNabbs, energetically. “
28    2,   18|        is better! he is better!” cried Robert, running out to meet
29    2,   18|           Hurrah for Ben Joyce!’ cried the convicts. Mulrady’s
30    2,   18|       party.~“Pirates! pirates!” cried Glenarvan. “My crew massacred!
31    2,   19|       that save my unhappy men?” cried Glenarvan.~“Will your Lordship
32    2,   19|    catastrophe.”~“Let us start,” cried Glenarvan.~John Mangles
33    2,   19|       near the shore. “To Eden!” cried Glenarvan. Immediately the
34    3,    1|     perished!”~“Those wretches!” cried Glenarvan. “If ever they
35    3,    1|        that chokes you.”~“Well!” cried the geographer, gesticulating, “
36    3,    4|        stopped.~“Three fathoms,” cried Wilson.~“Captain,” said
37    3,    4|          done.~“Helm hard down!” cried Mangles to Wilson.~The MACQUARIE
38    3,    4|       nine miles off.~“Land ho!” cried John Mangles.~His companions,
39    3,    5|       that to you, Mr. McNabbs?” cried Robert.~“What is that to
40    3,    6|   answered Wilson.~“All aboard!” cried John.~Lady Helena and Mary
41    3,    6|          unfortunate creatures,” cried Lady Helena, “they have
42    3,    8|    humble character.”~“A hotel!” cried Paganel, “a hotel in a Maori
43    3,    8|           There is the Waikato!” cried Paganel, “and the road to
44    3,   10|          at his touch.~“Edward!” cried the unfortunate woman in
45    3,   11|         Lord Glenarvan?”~“Mary!” cried the young captain in his
46    3,   11|       and his companions.~“All!” cried Kai-Koumou; “you all die
47    3,   12|     alone, I should ere now have cried, ‘My friends, let us make
48    3,   13|            Courage! my friends,” cried Glenarvan, urging his companions
49    3,   13|    discovered.~“Let us go down!” cried he, “before our passage
50    3,   13|         us go to the ‘oudoupa!’” cried Paganel, in his gayest mood. “
51    3,   13|        terror.~“Shut off steam!” cried the Major, running to close
52    3,   14|           What! make a volcano!” cried John Mangles.~“Yes, an impromptu
53    3,   15|        attack, when John Mangles cried:~“A boat! a boat!”~And there,
54    3,   15|   distance.~“A ship! a ship!” he cried. “My friends, row! row hard!”~
55    3,   15|         convicts!”~“The DUNCAN!” cried John, letting go his oar
56    3,   15|          Come on, Tom, come on!” cried John Mangles in a joyous
57    3,   16|         orders.”~“By my orders?” cried Glenarvan.~“Yes, my Lord.
58    3,   16|        Tom! Australia!” they all cried with one voice.~Austin’s
59    3,   16|     Australian coast.”~“Ayrton!” cried Glenarvan.~“Yes, Ayrton
60    3,   16|         Zealand!”~“New Zealand!” cried Paganel, leaping up.~And
61    3,   16|      alive.”~“Get flayed alive!” cried the geographer, with a furious
62    3,   16|          destination—”~“Ayrton!” cried Glenarvan. “Then he is on
63    3,   18|        INDIGENCE.”~“And CONTIN?” cried McNabbs. “Does that still
64    3,   19|          are going to leave me!” cried the young girl, pressing
65    3,   19|       forehead.~“Mary, Mary!” he cried, “it doesn’t matter what
66    3,   19|     heard that? You heard that?” cried Robert.~But they saw nothing
67    3,   19|          middle of the waves. He cried out, ‘Come! come!’”~“And
68    3,   20|         the good, simple Paganel cried like a child who does not
69    3,   20|        are not identical, then?” cried Paganel.~“Yes, they are,
70    3,   20|      Maria Theresa.~“No matter?” cried Paganel, tearing his hair; “