Book,  Chapter

1        I,  V  |        to his orderly; “though heaven and earth be topsy-turvy,
2        I,  XI | against the taffrail. From the heaven above, where stars kept
3        I,  XVI|     height and look beyond! By Heaven, I adjure you, let us disembark,
4        I,  XX |    that it was very probable.~“Heaven be praised!” ejaculated
5        I,  XX |    before the cavern’s mouth.~“Heaven be praised!” cried Servadac,
6        I,  XXI|   cargo altogether.”~“Merciful Heaven! I shall be ruined!” moaned
7       II,  VI |       it; my comet.”~“Merciful Heaven!” shrieked Isaac, feigning
8       II,  XVI|      the threatening mischief. Heaven helps them that help themselves.”~“