Chapter

 1 I    |         the rush of blood to the head.”~“Just so,” said Nicholl.~“
 2 II   |       shook its arms, lifted its head, and finally succeeded in
 3 II   |         but could not stand. His head swam, from the rush of blood;
 4 III  |     weight. Poor Diana, with her head low, would suffer before
 5 IV   |       they might have cut off my head, beginning at my feet, before
 6 IV   |    before Barbicane, raising his head, showed Michel Ardan a page
 7 IV   |      formula, are rattling in my head like nails in a bag.”~“First
 8 IV   | understand it?” cried Ardan; “my head is splitting with it.”~“
 9 VIII |      want oxygen to mount to the head. You are always what we
10 VIII |        not even your hat on your head, worthy Michel; nor your
11 XV   |          A sailor can change the head of his ship as he pleases;
12 XVII |         glory carved for Pluto’s head, a star launched by the
13 XIX  |      great arms folded under his head, Michel slept in his turn.~
14 XXIII|         take part in it.~All the head lines of railroads in the