Chapter

 1 Pre   |        look not in vain, for the help of those on whom fall the
 2 III   |          that blot, until by the help of his microscope he ended
 3 VI    |         4.”~I rose, and with the help of such precise instructions
 4 XI    |          dinner; but I could not help noticing that my uncle talked
 5 XII   |     being impatient. I could not help smiling to see so tall a
 6 XIII  |         first start. I could not help admiring his persistency,
 7 XV    |    dismal prospects, I could not help observing with interest
 8 XV    |         porphyries.~But with the help of this outflow the thickness
 9 XVIII |       met with none. I could not help drawing his attention to
10 XXIV  |         radius. But there was no help for it, and as long as we
11 XXVII |         removed from all earthly help I had recourse to heavenly
12 XXVII |         imploring for the Divine help of which I was so little
13 XXVIII|         of sympathy and sorrow.~“Help!” I cried with all my might. “
14 XXVIII|        cried with all my might. “Help!”~I listened, I watched
15 XXXIV | Liedenbrock’s theories. I cannot help making the remark.~“Well,”
16 XXXV  |        menaces, and yet I cannot help muttering:~“Here’s some