Chapter

 1 II  |      violent outbreak, when two o’clock struck by the little
 2 III |         literary wonder:~ I y l o a u~l o l w r b~o u , n
 3 III | literary wonder:~ I y l o a u~l o l w r b~o u , n G e~v w
 4 III |         I y l o a u~l o l w r b~o u , n G e~v w m d r n~e
 5 V   |       it a point of honour.~Two o’clock struck. This was becoming
 6 V   |        into his armchair.~“What o’clock is it?” he asked after
 7 V   |      moments of silence.~“Three o’clock,” I replied.~“Is it
 8 VII |      decreed “we start.”~At ten o’clock I fell upon my bed,
 9 VIII|      and grumbling, at last ten o’clock came.~The heavy coils
10 XI  |       him every Saturday at six o’clock in the evening, which,
11 XI  |    energetic directions.~At six o’clock our preparations were
12 XII |       from whose steeple twelve o’clock would have struck,
13 XII |      Hvalfiord.~It was now four o’clock, and we had gone four
14 XII |    moment arrived only with six o’clock; when my uncle, myself,
15 XVII|         therefore now be eleven o’clock; and the depth to
16 XX  |   endless, when suddenly at six o’clock a wall very unexpectedly
17 XXII|         coruscations.~About six o’clock this brilliant fete