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 1 IX     |    sighted the coast of Scotland near Peterhead,,and the Valkyria
 2 XI     |          as if he would even get near it. But the mystery was
 3 XVII   |         Where?” said I, stepping near to him.~“At the bottom of
 4 XX     |          yet spread far and wide near the surface? Such as my
 5 XXI    |       heights of Snæfell.~I drew near to Hans. I placed my hand
 6 XXII   |          for the day was drawing near to its end, and it was his
 7 XXIII  |    torrent seemed closest. I sat near the wall, while the waters
 8 XXVI   |  inclines, some even frightfully near to the perpendicular, brought
 9 XXVIII |       caverns among the quarries near Syracuse, the most wonderful
10 XXXIII | perilously. Twenty times we were near capsizing. Hissings of prodigious
11 XXXIV  |          before the wind, to get near to a monster that a hundred
12 XXXVI  |      which generally denotes the near cessation of a storm. A
13 XXXVIII|      quarries of Moulin Quignon, near Abbeville, in the department
14 XXXVIII|         in the sixteenth century near Palermo. You know as well
15 XXXIX  |          launch. We must be very near the little port, if indeed
16 XLI    |      were afoot. The moment drew near to clear a way by blasting
17 XLI    |        see a clear light shining near me. It lighted up the calm