Chapter

 1 III   |        chair. My Latin memories rose in revolt against the notion
 2 VI    | bookcase, series Z, plate 4.”~I rose, and with the help of such
 3 XIII  |       the twin peaks of Snæfell rose white into the cloudy sky
 4 XIII  |       whose granite foundations rose from the earth like the
 5 XVI   |      light of a splendid sun. I rose from my granite bed and
 6 XVII  |         satisfied nod, and only rose erect when he had quite
 7 XVII  |      one of its ends, the other rose in the air; after passing
 8 XXIII |       gently woke him. My uncle rose up.~“What is the matter?”
 9 XXIII |         smile of compassion.~He rose and took the lamp. I followed
10 XXVII |       course of the Hansbach. I rose, and leaning upon my iron-pointed
11 XXVIII|        not fail me.~I therefore rose; I rather dragged myself
12 XXX   |      wall of vast cliffs, which rose majestically to an enormous
13 XXX   |         these fungi. Farther on rose groups of tall trees of
14 XXXII |         land.”~At these words I rose and gazed round upon the
15 XXXIII|      question now. The reptiles rose; they wheeled around our
16 XXXVII|        mounds of bony fragments rose stage after stage in the
17 XLI   |        lashed into sudden fury, rose up in an enormous billow,
18 XLIII |        I asked.~“I hope not.”~I rose, and tried to look around
19 XLIV  |     Beyond it, groups of islets rose from the smooth, blue waters,
20 XLIV  |        the dim horizon, on some rose blue mountains of smooth,