Chapter

 1 I    |        a friendly shake of the hand from McClellan. But now
 2 IX   |         left no trace upon the hand, contained hydrogen and
 3 XIV  | succeeded in getting the upper hand of these untoward streams;
 4 XV   |     and storms; and it was his hand which precipitated into
 5 XVI  |       tube. But for the strong hand of Colonel Blomsberry, the
 6 XXI  |       pressing his companion’s hand.~A few moments later the
 7 XXI  |      you here?”~“To press your hand, Nicholl, and to prevent
 8 XXI  | surprise.~Barbicane, pencil in hand, was tracing geometrical
 9 XXI  |   nothing.~When Ardan took his hand, he looked up and stared
10 XXI  |         cried Michel, giving a hand to each of the late adversaries. “
11 XXVI |      followed with his eye the hand of his chronometer. It wanted
12 I    |      Ardan, clasping Nicholl’s hand. “But, by the bye, you have
13 I    |        with his chronometer in hand, his eye fixed on the needle,
14 I    |       moment. One clasp of the hand, my friends.”~“Yes,” exclaimed
15 II   |    swallow.” Then, passing his hand several times across his
16 II   |        of mind, seized Ardan’s hand and looked around him.~“
17 III  |   Ardan, clasping his friend’s hand.~Barbicane now began to
18 III  |     rearranged, he plunged his hand rapidly into certain mysterious
19 VII  |      on fire and a threatening hand. “It was you who drew us
20 VIII |      let a glass slip from his hand, the glass, instead of falling,
21 XII  |     east should be to the left hand, and the west to the right.
22 XII  |   cavities had been dug by the hand of man.~“For what purpose?”
23 XIII |        Not a work betrayed the hand of man; not a ruin marked
24 XIII |        might be touched by the hand! It seemed impossible that,
25 XIV  |  Barbicane gravely grasped the hand of his amiable companion,
26 XIV  |        new star created by the hand of man. From a natural cause,
27 XIV  |         draw it in.”~“With the hand?” asked Barbicane.~“With
28 XIV  |     asked Barbicane.~“With the hand,” replied Michel.~“Well,
29 XIV  |   answered Barbicane, “for the hand that you draw in again will
30 XV   |   Perhaps, again, on the other hand, it might be nearing it
31 XVII |      launched by the Creator’s hand, and crushed against the
32 XVIII|  Barbicane, smiling. “And what hand would be powerful enough
33 XVIII|    such a shock as that?”~“The hand is not necessary,” answered
34 XIX  | holding his chronometer in his hand.~At that moment weight had
35 XXII |    heap. Forgetting on the one hand that his right arm had been