Chapter

 1 IV     |        M. Letourneur, taking my hand, “although, perhaps, HE
 2 V      |      his brow, as he passed his hand mechanically across his
 3 XII    |          and merely passing his hand across his forehead as though
 4 XII    |         we can; if on the other hand, the weather should be adverse,
 5 XII    |       sitting, Curtis seized my hand.~“Oh, Mr. Kazallon,” he
 6 XV     |        a raft. If, on the other hand, no land were in sight,
 7 XVI    |  deposited; while, on the other hand, in the event of rough weather,
 8 XVIII  |       chiselled by a sculptor’s hand; the same sonorous vibration
 9 XX     |    basin was enclosed on either hand by rocks that remained uncovered
10 XXIII  |        the speed they can, from hand to hand.~But all in vain!
11 XXIII  |    speed they can, from hand to hand.~But all in vain! At half-past
12 XXIII  |        a loaded revolver in his hand.~For a moment Owen surveyed
13 XXIV   |     told off to put the raft in hand, the rest of the crew being
14 XXIV   |  embarkation.~Hatchet or saw in hand, the carpenter and his assistants
15 XXIV   |   sextant, and a compass in his hand.~The scene that followed
16 XXIV   | preparing to follow them when a hand was laid upon my shoulder.
17 XXIV   |   friend,” I said, pressing his hand, “we will save him, if possible.”~
18 XXVI   |       his waistcoat pocket, and hand a number of them over to
19 XXVI   |      after silently pressing my hand, he returned to his old
20 XXVIII |        touched the dead woman’s hand, and it was cold and stiff.
21 XXXII  |        hour at a time, with his hand resting on his son’s, listening
22 XXXVIII|      which he brandished in his hand. I endeavoured to paralyze
23 XXXVIII|      myself arrested by Andre’s hand upon my arm.~By this time
24 XXXVIII|        hatchet dropped from his hand, and he went and seated
25 XXXIX  |     acknowledged by pressing my hand feebly with her emaciated
26 XXXIX  |        his feelings. Taking his hand, I tried to reassure him.~“
27 XXXIX  |        only once more grasp his hand in silence.~“What do you
28 XXXIX  |       here he gently stroked my hand, “for your trouble you shall
29 XXXIX  |         biscuit slipped into my hand.~“Give it him,” M. Letourneur
30 XXXIX  |       piece of biscuit into his hand as “a present from myself.”
31 XL     |   crumpled letter fell from his hand, and in a voice that was
32 XL     |   placed the letter in his cold hand, and raised it to his lips;
33 XLI    |       me at once, and I laid my hand upon his mouth. Poor Walter!~
34 XLIII  |        away again. On the other hand, if she were really sailing
35 XLIII  |       long and loudly. A gentle hand was laid upon my arm, and
36 XLIV   |        the boatswain raised his hand and pointed to a dark mass
37 XLV    |        that if food had been at hand I question whether I could
38 XLVI   |       below the roll, I felt my hand in contact with something
39 XLVI   |  raising it to my mouth, when a hand was laid upon my arm. It
40 XLVII  |          he had died by his own hand; and, after all, as the
41 LII    |      day, I would die by my own hand. Whether my companions were
42 LII    |         would like to press the hand of a friend before I died.
43 LII    |  crawling up to him, I took his hand in my own. He seemed to
44 LIII   |      standing with outstretched hand, and with his long white
45 LIV    |        Dowlas stood, hatchet in hand, ready to complete the barbarous
46 LIV    | question, but took his father’s hand. M. Letourneur’s countenance
47 LIV    |        me that help was near at hand, and that we were approaching