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1 I, I | sweetheart’s face.’”~“Bosh!” cried Servadac in disgust; “your
2 I, V | looking at his watch, he cried, “What are you thinking
3 I, V | the rock.~“Good Heavens!” cried Ben Zoof, “that leap must
4 I, VI | The moon in the west!” he cried aloud; but suddenly bethinking
5 I, VII | sun. “The moon!” again he cried.~But Captain Servadac could
6 I, VII | slowly.~“Not the moon?” cried Ben Zoof. “Why not?”~“It
7 I, VII | bewilderment. “Confound it!” he cried, “if this is neither Venus
8 I, IX | extent of the disaster,” cried the captain, eagerly. “You
9 I, XIII | mistake.~“I told you so,” cried the colonel, triumphantly. “
10 I, XIV | of Malta.”~“And Malta,” cried Servadac, unable to control
11 I, XIV | Timascheff.~“Confound it!” cried the impatient Servadac. “
12 I, XIV | existence?” the colonel cried. “England! Ten times more
13 I, XIV | of the island.~“Pshaw!” cried Servadac, with a contemptuous
14 I, XVI | Sixty degrees below zero!” cried the count. “Why, there’s
15 I, XVI | syllable “Vil.”~“Vil—Villa!” he cried out, in his excitement dropping
16 I, XIX | I will pay you well,” he cried; but his ingrained propensity
17 I, XX | mind. “The volcano!” he cried; “may it not be the volcano
18 I, XX | distance ahead.~“Come on!” he cried cheerily, his voice ringing
19 I, XX | mouth.~“Heaven be praised!” cried Servadac, with glad emotion; “
20 I, XXI | Tell you the truth, man!” cried Servadac. “Confound it,
21 I, XXII | wings, or else a balloon!” cried Servadac, as he gazed around
22 I, XXIII| Another message, no doubt,” cried the captain, “from our unknown
23 II, I | a month of my life,” he cried, impetuously, “for every
24 II, II | door.~“Who’s there?” he cried, in no very amiable tone.~“
25 II, II | Gallia.”~“Better than that!” cried Rosette, starting to his
26 II, II | Why? What do you mean?” cried the voices of the listeners.~“
27 II, II | bewildered.~“Where, then,” cried Servadac eagerly, “where
28 II, IV | don’t be thoughtless!” cried Rosette, with all the petulant
29 II, IV | born.”~“Cock-a-doodle-doo!” cried Ben Zoof, delighted at any
30 II, IV | circumference by diameter.”~“Right!” cried Rosette; “but it ought to
31 II, IV | hesitated.~“Quick, quick!” cried the professor, impatiently; “
32 II, VI | the honor of his company,” cried Ben Zoof, who by this time
33 II, VI | Zoof.~“Better than that!” cried out the professor, triumphantly; “
34 II, VI | vainly trying to close, he cried, “Heaps of money! French
35 II, VI | whined Hakkabut.~“Silence!” cried the captain.~“I must have
36 II, VI | the professor?”~“Loan!” cried the Jew, “do you mean only
37 II, VII | to one kilogramme.~“Oh!” cried Ben Zoof; “to be able to
38 II, VII | the earth!”~“Interesting!” cried Servadac, “most interesting!
39 II, IX | your wretched whining!” cried Servadac. “I have told you
40 II, IX | whine.~“Nonsense, man!” cried Servadac.~“No paper!” reiterated
41 II, XI | was quite dark.~“Forward!” cried Servadac, firmly.~At the
42 II, XII | by surprise.”~“Heavens!” cried the captain, “we will not
43 II, XIII | back, could he?”~“Hush!” cried Servadac.~Ben Zoof understood
44 II, XIV | Well, because of what?” cried the orderly, impatiently.~“
45 II, XIV | place entirely.”~“What!” cried Servadac and Procope in
46 II, XV | Friends. Vive la France!” cried the captain.~“Hurrah for
47 II, XV | in British gold.”~“Ah!” cried Ben Zoof, “that accounts
48 II, XVI | fire-balloon! A montgolfier!” cried Servadac. “But what are
49 II, XVII | provoked beyond endurance, cried:~“You forget, sir, that
50 II, XVII | altered?”~“Hold your tongue!” cried the captain, louder than
51 II, XVII | with decision.~“Trash!” cried Ben Zoof. “The earth will
52 II, XVII | Isaac.~“Sixty-six pounds!” cried Servadac. “We haven’t reckoned
53 II, XVII | Hakkabut.~“Out with it, I say!” cried Servadac.~“What, all my
54 II, XVII | Oh, your Excellency!” cried the Jew.~“Now, old Nicodemus,
55 II, XVIII| open mouth.~“Forty-seven!” cried Procope.~There was half
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