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 1 III  |      like an ink blot. But in looking at it very closely he thought
 2 III  | clever.~“Now,” said my uncle, looking straight at me, “to read
 3 VI   |    there?”~“I see a peninsula looking like a thigh bone with the
 4 IX   |      a glimpse of faded turf, looking like a worn-out bit of carpet,
 5 XI   |   should never have dreamt in looking at this man that he was
 6 XII  |     came my uncle and myself, looking not so very ill-mounted
 7 XII  |   sods, or of pieces of lava, looking like a poor beggar by the
 8 XXI  |      I spoke my uncle avoided looking at me; he hung his head
 9 XLIII|       an earthquake? no! I am looking out for something better.”~“
10 XLIV |  spectacles upon his nose and looking learned and imposing, was