Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  I   |       Horace Vernet, hung on the wall.~The officer hastily opened
 2        I,  II  |         Bokhara, surrounded by a wall measuring more than eight
 3        I,  V   |   himself on a bench against the wall of a large wooden cottage,
 4        I,  VI  |        being visible against the wall. Michael Strogoff could
 5        I,  XIV |          sprang behind a jutting wall.~“What is the matter?” asked
 6        I,  XV  |       one of the breaches in the wall; his horse was galloping
 7        I,  XVII|     shell had made a hole in the wall, and a cloud of dust filled
 8        I,  XVII|      shell has just blown up the wall of the telegraph office.
 9       II,  VII |        the Panaghia, hung on the wall, and still lighted up by
10       II,  XII |      side, on which there was no wall to protect it.~The whole
11       II,  XIV | necessary to demolish a piece of wall in order to allow it to
12       II,  XIV |      hand, retreated against the wall, determined to defend herself.~“