Chapter

 1 IV   |       he looks older than he really is: his drooping head, his
 2 XII  |    so it is. Well, Curtis, I really can’t take her back to the
 3 XVIII|     to know what it is to be really happy.”~Andre murmured some
 4 XXVI |  merely imagination? or do I really see a black speck floating
 5 XXXII|     shelter of our sails.~“I really think, Mr. Kazallon,” said
 6 XXXIX|   that the privation has not really told upon him as much as
 7 XL   |     it was animal matter, it really seemed as though the absorption
 8 XLIII|      other hand, if she were really sailing with the wind, she
 9 XLVI |   dreaming, or was there not really some unaccustomed odour
10 XLVII|   lying to ascertain what it really was. But no sooner did the
11 XLVII|    affected his tissues, and really might be said to be in good
12 LI   |  expected. As though he were really intoxicated by the stimulants
13 LII  | imagined. The atmosphere was really so stifling, that it seemed
14 LIII |     boatswain. What his name really was I never could exactly
15 LV   |      impossible to tell what really passed within his mind;