Chapter

 1 II  |           trees were drowned in a sort of immense lagoon, kept
 2 II  |     regular chemical operation, a sort of distillation. All the
 3 VI  |           If it had been merely a sort of pocket, full of gas,
 4 VI  |         of the pit widened into a sort of dark cave. No shaft had
 5 VII | discovered afresh. Nothing of the sort. No one would have deserted
 6 VIII|           but coal around them. A sort of emotion kept them silent;
 7 VIII|          was above their heads, a sort of rolling sound, in which
 8 IX  |         nor dance, nor fun of any sort—nothing but Harry Ford.~
 9 XI  |       could detect a sound like a sort of groaning.”~“Groaning!”
10 XI  |          an enormous bird—of what sort he could not see; it flew
11 XVI |           day and by night with a sort of stern solicitude. The
12 XVII|         than I am. A wild,~savage sort of fellow, who held aloof
13 XVII|           head; “it is a terrible sort of madness this.”~“Ah! now