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 1 IV  |     figures were like hail on the white page. Barbicane watched
 2 XIII|   president, when he noticed long white lines, vividly lighted up
 3 XIII|          of two colors, black and white. If a Selenite were to shade
 4 XIII|        would be spots of ink on a white page— nothing more.~This
 5 XIV |            like that of iron at a white heat; for whether the heat
 6 XIV |           cold enough to freeze a white bear.”~Barbicane waited
 7 XV  |       Michel Ardan, bathed in its white sheets, assumed that livid
 8 XV  |         that asteroid heated to a white heat. If thought was not
 9 XVII|         shadow, roughly black and white, from the want of diffusion
10 XVII| disappears, and all proofs become white— a disagreeable fact: for
11 XXII|         in an accent of triumph:~“White all, Barbicane, white all!”~
12 XXII|             White all, Barbicane, white all!”~Barbicane, Michel