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 1 I   |       profound silence was only broken by the ticking of the chronometer
 2 III |        care. Its skull had been broken against the roof, and it
 3 III |          the glass of which was broken. An excellent aneroid was
 4 VI  |      projectile would have been broken into a thousand pieces,
 5 IX  |         if a light had suddenly broken in upon his mind, Barbicane
 6 XVII| brilliancy, have left but sadly broken cases. Who can say the cause,
 7 XXI |        speed, with her bowsprit broken, public curiosity was greatly
 8 XXI |         Ah!” said he, “if I had broken the mirror?”~“You would
 9 XXII|        perhaps not sufficiently broken? At any rate they must act
10 XXII|        showing that it had been broken. This scuttle was actually
11 XXII|         T. Maston rushed to the broken window.~At that moment they