Chapter

 1 IV  |       forty years old, although I look but thirty, and I have a
 2 IV  |      practical matter. Well, now, look here; You hundred, who believe
 3 IV  |          the animal. Hence we can look forward to such contrivances —”~“
 4 IV  |      minutes. And then Phil Evans look up the word.~“Mr. Aviator,”
 5 X   |        contented. Matters did not look promising, particularly
 6 XI  | sleeplessness, and dazed in their look, he tottered along, like
 7 XI  |       fellow, giving a despairing look at the screws.~“At your
 8 XI  |         into the animal’s flesh.~“Look out!” shouted Turner.~Uncle
 9 XIII|        fishing would bring them.~“Look out!” shouted Turner, as
10 XIII|        Yes, and I have a right to look after my ears,” replied
11 XV  |       with Tom Turner. It did not look as though the “Albatross”
12 XIX |        people had enough to do to look after the safety of the
13 XIX |     arrived at such a stage as to look with the greatest nonchalance
14 XX  |           Tom. “The clouds do not look like it, and probably the
15 XXI |          of them been so calm. To look at them it did not seem