Chapter

 1 IV  |            that’s it!” at last he cried.~“Is it clear?” asked Barbicane.~“
 2 IV  |  Barbicane.~“Do I understand it?” cried Ardan; “my head is splitting
 3 IV  |     thousand yards.”~“The devil!” cried the president, making a
 4 VII |    started.”~“There’s an answer!” cried Nicholl.~“I quite approve
 5 VII |    replied Michel.~“Speak, then,” cried Nicholl, who could no longer
 6 VII |          I will be the congress,” cried Michel.~“And I the senate,”
 7 VII |         elected by the congress,” cried Michel; “and as I am the
 8 VIII|           Pass the neutral line,” cried Michel; “then let us do
 9 VIII|           modern society!”~“Yes,” cried Michel, full of his subject, “
10 IX  |         deviate from its course,” cried Nicholl.~And, as if a light
11 IX  |         our course.”~“So little?” cried Nicholl.~“Yes, Nicholl;
12 XV  |     indefinitely.”~“Ah, savants!” cried Michel; “and what are either
13 XV  |          is a volcano in action!” cried Nicholl; “a disemboweling
14 XV  | impregnated with salt.~“By Jove!” cried Michel Ardan, “we are hideous.
15 XVI |   satellite.”~“Moon of the moon!” cried Michel Ardan.~“Only, I would
16 XIX |    inducing me——”~“Inducing you!” cried Barbicane and Nicholl. “
17 XIX |    specific weight.”~“Very well,” cried Michel Ardan in a decided
18 XIX |          falling!” said he.~“Ah!” cried Michel Ardan, “on to the
19 XX  |        exact soundings.”~“Touch!” cried at this moment one of the
20 XX  |              If he will have me,” cried the midshipman, “I am ready!”~“
21 XX  |        were the echo of the body, cried, “Commander, it is ‘they’
22 XXII|        are they? where are they?” cried J. T. Maston. And the poor
23 XXII|     crosstrees, watching the sea, cried suddenly:~“A buoy on the