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1 I    |       distill whale-oil.”~“What!” roared J. T. Maston, “shall we
2 II   |       Three cheers for the Moon!” roared the Gun Club, with one voice.~“
3 II   |            Cheers for Edgar Poe!” roared the assemblage, electrified
4 X    |    seventy-five!~“At fifty then!” roared the captain through the
5 XI   |           dollars?”~“Scandalous!” roared the Texas deputies. “A wretched
6 XVIII|          you do.”~“We must know,” roared the impatient voices.~“Time
7 XVIII| information.”~“To the telegraph!” roared the crowd.~Barbicane descended;
8 XIX  |          of its orbit!”~“Hurrah!” roared an energetic voice, “let
9 XX   |           others.~“Turn him out!” roared the exasperated crowd.~But