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 1 III  |            Then darting out like a shot, bowling down stairs like
 2 XIV  |        sticks, two rifles, and two shot belts were for my uncle
 3 XVI  |     replied:~“Scartaris.”~My uncle shot a triumphant glance at me.~“
 4 XVI  |     perhaps a loaded mortar, to be shot up into the air at a moment’
 5 XXII |            small facets of quartz, shot sparkling rays at every
 6 XXVII|         One last trembling glimmer shot feebly up. I watched it
 7 XXXII|            dancing drops of spray, shot out little sheaves of light
 8 XLI  |           from the shore. The raft shot twenty fathoms out to sea.~
 9 XLIII|                     CHAPTER XLIII.~SHOT OUT OF A VOLCANO AT LAST!~
10 XLIII| contemplating the chances of being shot out of a volcano!~In the
11 XLIII|            the world we were to be shot out.~I made no doubt but