Chapter

 1 VI    |    this document.”~“Speak, my boy, don’t be afraid. You are
 2 VII   |        Of course, you unhappy boy! Could I have dreamed that
 3 XVIII |    think so, do you, Axel, my boy? Well, you will see greater
 4 XVIII |        Well, do calculate, my boy.”~“Nothing is easier,” said
 5 XXI   |  raised me in his arms.~“Poor boy!” said he, in genuine tones
 6 XXI   |   down my face.~“Yes, my poor boy, I knew that as soon as
 7 XXIII |     our undertaking.”~“Ah, my boy! you agree with me now,”
 8 XXVIII|        I replied.~. . . .~“My boy, where are you?”~. . . .~“
 9 XXVIII|       I wept for you, my poor boy. At last, supposing you
10 XXVIII|        My uncle!”~. . . .~“My boy!” came to me after a few
11 XXXVI | ominously cheerful.~“Well, my boy,” he cried, “have you slept
12 XXXVI |      morning.”~“Delighted, my boy, delighted. We have got
13 XLIV  |      land!”~It was but a poor boy, miserably ill-clad, a sufferer