Chapter

 1 V     | comparative oblivion.”~“But let me tell you, M. Andre,” interposed
 2 V     |        these islands, sailors will tell a different tale. The hidden
 3 V     |       nature’s workings, who shall tell whether these may not gradually
 4 VI    |            answered, “I can hardly tell; but I confess there is
 5 VII   |            the manoeuvre, I cannot tell; it did not seem to have
 6 IX    |       increasing day by day, and I tell you I am convinced there
 7 XII   |   necessary, but contingent.”~“But tell me, Mr. Falsten,” I asked, “
 8 XII   |          cabin.”~Curtis went on to tell me how he had tried to persuade
 9 XII   |         all on a whirl, you cannot tell what I am suffering;” and
10 XII   |          men,” he said, “I have to tell you that Captain Huntly,
11 XIV   |           but it was impossible to tell how they were faring because
12 XV    |         Where we were we could not tell. One thing alone was certain:
13 XX    |             he said, “I am here to tell you that the ‘Chancellor’
14 XXXVII|           of food was beginning to tell upon us sadly, and our sunken
15 XXXVII|              The truth,” he said; “tell me the plain truth.”~“My
16 XXXVII|            mind,” he interrupted, “tell me just what you think.”~
17 XXXVII|    circumstances not one of us can tell how long he has to live.
18 XLIII |           raving maniacs, I cannot tell.~Throughout the 12th no
19 XLVIII|         proved fruitless.~“Can YOU tell us,” said the boatswain,
20 LI    |          passed away thus I cannot tell, but after a time a loud
21 LIII  |           bottom of a hat I cannot tell. Very likely Falsten wrote
22 LV    |      captain, it was impossible to tell what really passed within