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 1 I    |          CHAPTER I~TWENTY MINUTES PAST TEN TO FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES
 2 I    |        TEN TO FORTY-SEVEN MINUTES PAST TEN P. M.~As ten o’clock
 3 I    | chronometer marked twenty minutes past ten P.M. when the three
 4 I    |         he, “it is twenty minutes past ten. At forty- seven minutes
 5 I    |           At forty- seven minutes past ten Murchison will launch
 6 I    |  Thirty-seven minutes six seconds past ten.”~“It is understood,
 7 I    |          you.”~“Forty-two minutes past ten!” said Nicholl.~“Only
 8 I    |        disc.~“Forty-seven minutes past ten!” murmured the captain.~“
 9 II   |          It is fifty-five minutes past ten; we have been gone about
10 IX   |      least an hour’s work. It was past twelve when all preparations
11 X    |           the earth, of humanity, past and present, all centered
12 XII  |    irremediable deviation. It was past midnight; and Barbicane
13 XII  |    beneath their gaze. About half past one o’clock in the morning,
14 XVI  |          About forty-five minutes past five in the evening, Nicholl,
15 XVIII|         to form an opinion on the past habitability of our satellite;
16 XX   |          it was seventeen minutes past one in the morning) Lieutenant
17 XXI  |           at twenty-seven minutes past one at night, she entered
18 XXI  |    December, at seventeen minutes past one in the morning, the
19 XXII |            At forty-seven minutes past twelve they reached the
20 XXII |      began at twenty-five minutes past one at night, and the chamber,
21 XXII |       rapid. At seventeen minutes past two, J. T. Maston and his
22 XXIII|     origin, its habitability. Its past, present, and future had