Chapter

 1 XIII |  Floridans.~Barbicane, without saying a word, dismounted, seized
 2 XVIII|          replied Barbicane.~So saying, the president left the
 3 XIX  |  universe, I confine myself to saying in reply, ‘I do not know
 4 XXI  |         Maston ran toward him, saying, “Have you seen a man go
 5 XXVI |     The moment had arrived for saying “good-by!” The scene was
 6 I    |        invented for moles.”~So saying, the thoughtless fellow
 7 II   |     let us look to Barbicane.” Saying which, Ardan and Nicholl
 8 III  |     paw of my poor Satellite.”~Saying which, he offered some water
 9 IV   |       by this rural sound.” So saying, he gave vent to a splendid
10 V    |        Satellite lay. He rose, saying:~“My good Satellite is no
11 VI   |    that I am becoming a well!”~Saying which, Michel hoisted himself
12 VII  | trouble to bury him? What am I saying? to etherize him, as here
13 VIII |       lunar continent, without saying anything. Oh, what would
14 XIV  |     Barbicane put an end to by saying:~“My friends, it is neither
15 XIX  |        of sublime resignation, saying at the same time:~“The will