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 1 III   |       said he, “the very first idea which would come into any
 2 V     | entirely taken up with his one idea that he had even forgotten
 3 XII   | supernatural horrors. I had no idea of the spectacle which was
 4 XVII  |   danger that I blushed at the idea of being less brave than
 5 XVII  |      by means of my stick. One idea overpowered me almost, fear
 6 XIX   |    them at all. He had but one idea — forward! He walked, he
 7 XXIII | atmospheres. But I have got an idea.”~“Well?”~“Why should we
 8 XXIV  |       was getting used to this idea; for the tunnel, now running
 9 XXVIII|     longer. I drove away every idea, and, conquered by my grief,
10 XXX   |     cavern does not convey any idea of this immense space; words
11 XXXVI |          How so?” I cried.~“An idea of my own, my lad. I don’
12 XLII  |        he tried to gather some idea of our situation from the
13 XLIII |      the Professor gave up his idea of abandoning the raft,