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 1 I    |     despatch bales of cotton. By Jove, the future of gunnery in
 2 I    |         that will never do!”~“By Jove!” cried J. T. Maston, “he
 3 II   |   throwing itself before it.~“By Jove!” exclaimed Michel Ardan, “
 4 III  |       hungry,” said Nicholl.~“By Jove!” replied Michel, “we have
 5 III  |         to a perfect circle.~“By Jove!” said Michel Ardan, “I
 6 VI   |            exclaimed Michel, “by Jove! I am sorry it did not happen, ‘
 7 VI   |      intolerable brilliancy.~“By Jove!” said he, “it must be hot
 8 VIII | acclimatize them in the moon, by Jove!”~“Then why did you hide
 9 VIII |          hundred feet high.”~“By Jove!” exclaimed Michel; “I should
10 XV   |       impregnated with salt.~“By Jove!” cried Michel Ardan, “we
11 XVIII|        is inexplicable.”~“Eh! by Jove!” replied Michel Ardan, “
12 XIX  |       cry from Michel Ardan.~“By Jove!” he exclaimed, “I must