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1 I | M. Liedenbrock so soon!” cried poor Martha in great alarm,
2 II | in Iceland.”~“Indeed;” I cried, keeping up wonderfully, “
3 II | value.~“What’s this?” he cried.~And he laid out upon the
4 III | difficulty.~“Arne Saknussemm!” he cried in triumph. “Why that is
5 III | dear Gräuben!”~ “Hallo!” cried the Professor.~Yes, indeed,
6 III | fingers.~“That’s not it,” cried my uncle, “there’s no sense
7 IV | SUBMISSION~“He is gone!” cried Martha, running out of her
8 IV | won’t have any.”~“What?” cried Martha, with clasped hands.~“
9 IV | armchair.~“Now I’ll read it,” I cried, after having well distended
10 IV | penetrate! . . .~“Ah!” I cried, springing up. “But no!
11 V | again! no, never!~“Uncle!” I cried.~He seemed not to hear me.~“
12 V | Uncle Liedenbrock!” I cried, lifting up my voice.~“Ay,”
13 V | The door key?”~“No, no!” I cried. “The key of the document.”~
14 V | clever Saknussemm!” he cried. “You had first written
15 V | up my trunk.”~“What?” I cried.~“And yours!” replied the
16 VII | It is quite absurd!” I cried, “there is no sense about
17 VII | to Hamburg.~“Gräuben!” I cried from afar off.~The young
18 VII | joined her.~“Axel!” she cried surprised. “What! have you
19 VII | the matter, Gräuben?” I cried.~In a couple of minutes
20 VII | miserable wretch,” my uncle cried from as far off as he could
21 VII | Down into the cellar?” cried the old servant.~“No,” I
22 VII | Where’s your box?” he cried.~“It is ready,” I replied,
23 VIII | of sea.~“The Sound!” he cried.~At our left was a huge
24 VIII | collar.~“Look down!” he cried. “Look down well! You must
25 IX | with perpetual snow, he cried:~“Snæfell! Snæfell!”~Then
26 X | Fridrikssen’s face.~“Well,” he cried, “where are his works?”~“
27 X | Very good! Excellent!” cried my uncle, to the great scandal
28 X | natural history.~“What!” he cried.~“Yes, yes; now it is all
29 XI | withdrew.~“A famous fellow,” cried my uncle; “but he little
30 XII | Rhodes.~“Confounded brute!” cried the unhorsed horseman, suddenly
31 XII | pointing to one.~“Yes,” I cried; “there is a boat.”~“Why
32 XIV | Am I to believe that?” I cried.~“Understand this clearly,”
33 XV | mistour.’~“Hastigt! hastigt!“ cried our guide.~Without knowing
34 XVI | said he.~“Greenland?” I cried.~“Yes; we are only thirty-five
35 XVI | Now for the crater!” he cried.~The crater of Snæfell resembled
36 XVI | rapture.~“Axel, Axel,” he cried. “Come, come!”~I ran. Hans
37 XVI | Icelanders never stirred.~“Look!” cried the Professor.~And, sharing
38 XVII | voice of Hans.~“Halt!” he cried.~I stopped short just as
39 XVII | head.~“We are there,” he cried.~“Where?” said I, stepping
40 XVIII | what do you say to it?” cried my uncle, rubbing his hands. “
41 XVIII | itself.”~“Now come!” my uncle cried; “if you are frightened
42 XVIII | the compass.~“Now, Axel,” cried the Professor with enthusiasm, “
43 XVIII | inflammable gases.~“Now, march!” cried my uncle.~Each shouldered
44 XVIII | It is magnificent!” I cried spontaneously. “My uncle,
45 XIX | system.~“It is evident,” I cried, “the marine deposits formed
46 XX | formation.~“A coal mine!” I cried.~“A mine without miners,”
47 XX | Very well, it’s all right!” cried my uncle, “now, at any rate,
48 XXII | lantern along the walls, cried:~“Here are primitive rocks.
49 XXII | Hans has abandoned us,” I cried. “Hans! Hans!”~But these
50 XXIII | uttered.~“Water! water!” I cried, clapping my hands and gesticulating
51 XXIII | rock.~“We are saved!” I cried.~“Yes,” cried my uncle,
52 XXIII | saved!” I cried.~“Yes,” cried my uncle, almost frantic
53 XXIII | at the boiling point,” I cried.~“Well, never mind, let
54 XXIII | time of reviving energy, I cried, “Why, this is a chalybeate
55 XXIII | after his name.”~“Agreed,” I cried.~And Hansbach it was from
56 XXIII | That is well planned,” I cried. “With this stream for our
57 XXIII | you agree with me now,” cried the Professor, laughing.~“
58 XXIV | descend.~“Let us start!” I cried, awakening by my shouts
59 XXIV | take us a long way,” he cried, “and without much difficulty;
60 XXIV | What is the matter?” he cried.~“I was reflecting that
61 XXV | leagues.”~“Sixteen leagues?” I cried.~“No doubt.”~“Why, this
62 XXVIII| sympathy and sorrow.~“Help!” I cried with all my might. “Help!”~
63 XXVIII| up.~“Good bye, uncle.” I cried. “I am going. There will
64 XXIX | He lives! he lives!” he cried.~“Yes, I am still alive,”
65 XXIX | Good morning, Axel,” he cried cheerily. “I feel sure you
66 XXX | surprised.~“The sea!” I cried.~“Yes,” my uncle replied, “
67 XXX | magnificent, splendid!” cried my uncle. “Here is the entire
68 XXX | ground.”~“So there are!” I cried; “bones of extinct animals.”~
69 XXXI | phenomenon.”~“What! the tide!” I cried. “Can the influence of the
70 XXXI | Here is the tide rising,” I cried.~“Yes, Axel; and judging
71 XXXI | Uncle, what wood is this?” I cried.~“It is fir, pine, or birch,
72 XXXII | struggling fish.~“A sturgeon,” I cried; “a small sturgeon.”~The
73 XXXII | devonian formations.”~“What!” I cried. “Have we taken alive an
74 XXXII | into the sea.~“Is he mad?” cried the Professor.~“What is
75 XXXII | it all about?” at last I cried, returning to myself.~“Do
76 XXXIII| ideas to me.~“Teeth!” I cried, considering the iron bar
77 XXXIII| heavy plunges. I looked and cried:~“It is an enormous porpoise.”~“
78 XXXIII| There’s a whale, a whale!” cried the Professor. “I can see
79 XXXIII| you must be mistaken,” I cried.~“No: the first of those
80 XXXIV | me an age.~“Yes, yes!” he cried. “I see a vast inverted
81 XXXIV | That’s not an island!” I cried sceptically.~“It’s nothing
82 XXXV | heavy storm coming on,” I cried, pointing towards the horizon. “
83 XXXV | and cut the mast down!” I cried. “That will be safest.”~“
84 XXXVI | cheerful.~“Well, my boy,” he cried, “have you slept well?”~
85 XXXVI | during the storm.~“Well,” cried the Professor, “as we have
86 XXXVI | supply.~“Four months!” cried the Professor. “We have
87 XXXVI | use to us.”~“How so?” I cried.~“An idea of my own, my
88 XXXVII| hand upon a bare skull, and cried with a voice trembling with
89 XXXVII| head!”~“A human skull?” I cried, no less astonished.~“Yes,
90 XXXIX | forward!”~“No, I will not!” I cried. “We have no firearms. What
91 XXXIX | nothing —”~“But I do see,” I cried, darting upon an object
92 XXXIX | some preadamite warrior?” I cried, “to some living man, contemporary
93 XL | Thou marvellous genius!” he cried, “thou hast not forgotten
94 XL | me.~“Forward! forward!” I cried.~I was already darting down
95 XL | globe?”~“Is that all?” I cried. “Why, that’s nothing. Let
96 XL | way.~“Accursed rock!” I cried in a passion, finding myself
97 XL | was it with Saknussemm?” I cried.~“Yes,” said my uncle, “
98 XL | pages of my memory.~“Well,” cried my uncle, “let us make a
99 XL | blast!”~“Hans, to work!” cried my uncle.~The Icelander
100 XLI | chronometer in hand. “Ready?” he cried.~“Ay.”~“Fire!”~I instantly
101 XLII | What do you mean?” I cried.~“Yes, we are going up —
102 XLII | The torch! The torch!” cried the Professor.~Not without
103 XLII | head mournfully.~“What!” cried my uncle. “Have we lost
104 XLII | Then don’t you despair?” I cried irritably.~“No, certainly
105 XLII | let us consume it then,” I cried.~My uncle took the piece
106 XLII | into a fiery furnace?” I cried at one moment when the heat
107 XLII | The water is scalding,” I cried.~This time the Professor’
108 XLIII | consummation.~“My uncle,” I cried, “we are lost now, utterly
109 XLIII | See, see, my uncle!” I cried.~“Well, those are only sulphureous
110 XLIII | the eruption stopped?” I cried.~“Ah!” said my uncle between
111 XLIV | Hans.~“What! Not Iceland?” cried the Professor.~“Hans must
112 XLIV | deal.~“We are in Asia,” I cried, “on the coasts of India,
113 XLIV | of olive trees.~“Ah!” I cried, “here is an inhabitant
114 XLIV | puzzled.~“Is the child dumb?” cried the Professor, who, proud
115 XLV | and mine.~“See there,” he cried, as soon as he was able
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