Chapter

 1 VII  |         a weight such as——”~“My dear major,” replied Barbicane, “
 2 VII  |       our projectile.”~“But, my dear president,” said the major, “
 3 VII  |        price.”~“Undoubtedly, my dear major; but not beyond our
 4 VIII |     discussion was renewed.~“My dear colleagues,” said Barbicane,
 5 IX   |     your theory to extremes, my dear major,” said J. T. Maston, “
 6 XVIII|      execution?”~“Excellent, my dear Barbicane; only permit me
 7 XX   |         us proceed. Tell me, my dear sir, do you admit the existence
 8 XX   |        said:~“You see, then, my dear sir, we must not pronounce
 9 XX   |   pieces at your starting.”~“My dear contradictor, you have just
10 XX   |         to science!”~“Go on, my dear unknown, for truly your
11 XXII |       valiant invalid.~“Yes, my dear fellow! imagine our meeting
12 XXV  |         to us.”~“I dare say, my dear Ardan,” replied the president, “
13 XXVI |       it on the forehead of his dear president.~“Can I not go?”
14 I    | profound darkness.~“And now, my dear companions,” said Michel
15 VI   |         even calculated——”~“Oh, dear!” murmured Michel, “the
16 VI   |        wish I was there! Ah! my dear comrades, it will be rather
17 VI   |       are floating in space, my dear captain, and in space bodies
18 VII  |       If he was thinking of his dear companions, we must allow
19 XIII |    explanation is ingenious, my dear companion,” replied Barbicane, “
20 XIV  |         The “strange” shadow so dear to Victor Hugo’s pen bound