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 1 V    |        Michel; “you have only to speak, and I have chess, draughts,
 2 VI   |            Oh!” said Michel. “Do speak plainly, you man of algebra!”~“
 3 VII  |          know,” replied Michel.~“Speak, then,” cried Nicholl, who
 4 VII  |  growling of his voice.~“I shall speak if it suits me,” exclaimed
 5 IX   |    finding out this deviation?”~“Speak.”~“I would not give half
 6 XI   |       How many people have heard speak of the moon who have never
 7 XIII |            Why?”~“Because, so to speak, there are no seasons on
 8 XIII |          vegetation of which you speak cannot occur.”~Indeed, the
 9 XVIII| calculations?”~“Perfectly.”~“But speak, then, my clumsy savant,”
10 XXII |        him.~“What is it?”~“Come, speak!”~“It is, simpletons,” howled