Book,  Chapter

1        I,  XII |     tempest arose; the wind beat dead in the direction of the
2        I,  XXIV|        on the bed a human form.~“Dead!” sighed Servadac; “dead
3        I,  XXIV|         Dead!” sighed Servadac; “dead of cold and hunger!”~Lieutenant
4       II,  I   |         think, to rouse the very dead.~Meanwhile the captain was
5       II,  I   |      were mummies; they had been dead for ages.”~Ben Zoof did
6       II,  XII | extremities have become cold and dead. In the more interior galleries
7       II,  XIII|         tomb to say. There was a dead level of dullness.~At the
8       II,  XVII|     ourselves; we can’t have any dead weight here. Pitch it out,