Chapter

 1 V     |         my head up and down.~He shook his pityingly, as if he
 2 VIII  | unrolled in the sky, the bridge shook with the quivering of the
 3 IX    |         the timbers creaked and shook with every pitch she took.
 4 XI    |       were over. M. Fridrikssen shook hands with us. My uncle
 5 XV    |        spoke to the hunter, who shook his head, saying:~“Ofvanför.”~“
 6 XVII  |         of these slippery steps shook under the heavier form of
 7 XXI   |   follow the western tunnel.”~I shook my head incredulously.~“
 8 XXXVI |         in good order. My uncle shook hands with him with a lively
 9 XXXVI |   instead of to the open sea! I shook the box, examined it again,
10 XXXVII|    passions which in succession shook the breast of Professor
11 XXXIX |          and he has lost it.”~I shook my head. Hans had never
12 XLII  |       words in Danish, but Hans shook his head mournfully.~“What!”
13 XLIII |       My undaunted uncle calmly shook his head.~“Do you think,”
14 XLIV  |         earth again.~The hunter shook his head in token of complete
15 XLV   |         compared, and the house shook with his triumphant leap