Chapter

 1 I     |           geologist with the keen eye of the mineralogist. Armed
 2 XVI   |           peaks. The range of the eye extended over the whole
 3 XVI   |           flock-like summits. The eye could hardly tell where
 4 XVIII |     examined attentively with the eye of a huntsman, replied:~“
 5 XXVII |          little there may be, the eye still catches that little.
 6 XXX   |           beyond the range of the eye, reminding me forcibly of
 7 XXX   |          the surf. Farther on the eye discerned their massive
 8 XXX   |      shore ran widening as far as eye could reach, nor could its
 9 XXX   |          upon its granite base no eye could tell; but there was
10 XXX   |  themselves into spray. Thence my eye could sweep every part of
11 XXXII |           object was left for the eye to judge by, and but for
12 XXXIII| continually with his glass to his eye.~“Anxious! No, not at all.”~“
13 XXXIII|          my remembrance. No human eye has ever beheld them living.
14 XXXIII|          glass has never left his eye.~“Surely you must be mistaken,”
15 XXXIII|      world. I can distinguish the eye of the ichthyosaurus glowing
16 XXXIV |     climbs to its top. Thence his eye sweeps a large area of sea,
17 XXXIV |     exhibits no surprise, but his eye is immovably steady.~“He
18 XXXV  |          Hans, who fixes his blue eye upon it steadily; it threatens
19 XLII  |           words I fixed a haggard eye upon my uncle. That which
20 XLII  |            My uncle still had his eye upon his work. Torch in
21 XLIV  |     nothing arctic here.~When the eye passed beyond these green