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1 I | President of the United States,” cried J. T. Maston, “and see how
2 I | will never do!”~“By Jove!” cried J. T. Maston, “he mustn’
3 I | we will accompany you,” cried the others.~Matters were
4 VII | nine feet.”~“So, then,” cried J. T. Maston, “our projectile
5 VII | replied Barbicane.~“Aluminum?” cried his three colleagues in
6 VII | 250 pounds.”~“Capital!” cried the major; “but do you know
7 VIII | That is not enough,” cried J. T. Maston impetuously.~“
8 IX | even in serious matters,” cried the major; “but let him
9 IX | expensive.”~“What matter?” cried J. T. Maston.~“Finally,
10 XIII | you on your road.”~“Pooh!” cried J. T. Maston, mounting his
11 XIII | wish we were at the last,” cried J. T. Maston.~About ten
12 XIII | startled deer.~“At last,” cried Barbicane, rising in his
13 XVIII| He is a hero! a hero!” he cried, a theme of which he was
14 XIX | really exist!’”~“Hurrah!” cried one voice (need it be said
15 XX | creation.”~“Pure fancies!” cried the unknown.~“No! Pure theories!
16 XX | hail.~“Enough! enough!” cried some.~“Drive the intruder
17 XX | inevitably kill yourself!” he cried; “and your death will be
18 XX | It really is too much!” cried Michel Ardan’s adversary. “
19 XXI | ceremony.~“Last night,” cried J. T. Maston, ex abrupto, “
20 XXI | What demons you are!” cried Michel Ardan, when his companion
21 XXI | About an hour.”~“Too late!” cried Maston.~“Have you heard
22 XXI | intended for us.”~“Ah!” cried Maston, in a tone which
23 XXI | what if we came too late?” cried Maston in tones of despair.~
24 XXI | Captain Nicholl!”~“Nicholl?” cried Michel Ardan, feeling a
25 XXI | kindhearted one!”~“Michel Ardan!” cried the captain. “Why are you
26 XXI | in search of him then!” cried the captain.~The three men
27 XXI | astonishment.~“Ah, it is you!” he cried at last. “I have found it,
28 XXI | as a spring— ah! Maston,” cried Barbicane, “you here also?”~“
29 XXI | Captain Nicholl!”~“Nicholl!” cried Barbicane, who jumped up
30 XXI | I am certain of it,” cried the captain.~“Good!” said
31 XXI | fear of the shock!”~“Done!” cried Barbicane.~But quickly as
32 XXI | bravo! hip! hip! hurrah!” cried Michel, giving a hand to
33 XXV | day?”~“Hurrah! hurrah!” cried J. T. Matson; “what an ingenious
34 IV | that’s it!” at last he cried.~“Is it clear?” asked Barbicane.~“
35 IV | Barbicane.~“Do I understand it?” cried Ardan; “my head is splitting
36 IV | thousand yards.”~“The devil!” cried the president, making a
37 VII | started.”~“There’s an answer!” cried Nicholl.~“I quite approve
38 VII | replied Michel.~“Speak, then,” cried Nicholl, who could no longer
39 VII | I will be the congress,” cried Michel.~“And I the senate,”
40 VII | elected by the congress,” cried Michel; “and as I am the
41 VIII | Pass the neutral line,” cried Michel; “then let us do
42 VIII | modern society!”~“Yes,” cried Michel, full of his subject, “
43 IX | deviate from its course,” cried Nicholl.~And, as if a light
44 IX | our course.”~“So little?” cried Nicholl.~“Yes, Nicholl;
45 XV | indefinitely.”~“Ah, savants!” cried Michel; “and what are either
46 XV | is a volcano in action!” cried Nicholl; “a disemboweling
47 XV | impregnated with salt.~“By Jove!” cried Michel Ardan, “we are hideous.
48 XVI | satellite.”~“Moon of the moon!” cried Michel Ardan.~“Only, I would
49 XIX | inducing me——”~“Inducing you!” cried Barbicane and Nicholl. “
50 XIX | specific weight.”~“Very well,” cried Michel Ardan in a decided
51 XIX | falling!” said he.~“Ah!” cried Michel Ardan, “on to the
52 XX | exact soundings.”~“Touch!” cried at this moment one of the
53 XX | If he will have me,” cried the midshipman, “I am ready!”~“
54 XX | were the echo of the body, cried, “Commander, it is ‘they’
55 XXII | are they? where are they?” cried J. T. Maston. And the poor
56 XXII | crosstrees, watching the sea, cried suddenly:~“A buoy on the
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