Chapter

 1 I     |        one.”~“Then why has the master come home so soon?”~“Perhaps
 2 I     |       stairs to shake; and the master of the house, passing rapidly
 3 I     |     rushed into my redoubtable master’s study.~Otto Liedenbrock
 4 I     |     restless impatience of its master, for although he was a little
 5 VII   |     Martha was distracted.~“Is master mad?” she asked.~I nodded
 6 XIII  |     king’s. On our arrival the master came with outstretched hands,
 7 XXI   |     signal, or to stay, if his master so willed it.~How I wished
 8 XXI   |    pointing to my uncle said:~“Master.”~“Master!” I shouted; “
 9 XXI   |      my uncle said:~“Master.”~“Master!” I shouted; “you madman!
10 XXI   |      madman! no, he is not the master of our life; we must fly,
11 XXXVII| feudalised, as it were, to his master. My only course was to proceed.~
12 XLIII |        was the victim, not the master, of my own thoughts.~It