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1 IX   |         This modest philosopher spoke only Danish and Latin. He
2 X    | reserved, and at every sentence spoke to me with his eyes, enjoining
3 XV   |       comrade the hunted, never spoke, and ate their breakfasts
4 XV   |       on stopping. He therefore spoke to the hunter, who shook
5 XVI  |       anything at all. My uncle spoke not a word to me. His gaze,
6 XIX  |         of astonishment; but he spoke not a word, and went on.~
7 XXI  |       we must go back.”~While I spoke my uncle avoided looking
8 XLIII|     mouth of the crater.”~As he spoke, the Professor continued
9 XLIV |         disgraceful!”~And as he spoke, my uncle, half undressed,