Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  V    |         broken thatch, so that his head appeared above the debris. “
 2        I,  V    |      military promptitude a second head protruded from the rubbish.~“
 3        I,  V    |              The captain shook his head. “Worse than that, I fear,
 4        I,  IX   |       smiling.~The count shook his head.~“I am not sure,” said he, “
 5        I,  X    |           The lieutenant shook his head. After pondering awhile,
 6        I,  XII  |         distance. Accordingly, the head of the Dobryna was pointed
 7        I,  XIII |           flag that floated at the head of yonder mast was the blue
 8        I,  XVI  |         Hope family?”~He shook his head mournfully.~“Orbe fracto,
 9        I,  XVIII|          And the orderly shook his head resolutely, with the air
10        I,  XVIII|            once. The man bowed his head in servile submission, and
11        I,  XIX  |          he observed, “must have a head, and you, as a Frenchman,
12        I,  XX   |     propose. The orderly shook his head, but after a few moments’
13        I,  XXI  |           on the 15th, about fifty head of live cattle— bullocks,
14        I,  XXIV |       Lieutenant Procope, with his head all muffled up for fear
15        I,  XXIV |           was at once put with her head to the northeast and Captain
16       II,  I    |            high, with a round bald head, smooth and shiny as an
17       II,  II   |     Servadac. The old man hung his head, abashed.~“I will tell you
18       II,  III  |          Rosette scarcely bent his head.~The rest of the population
19       II,  V    |         door opened, and the Jew’s head and shoulders protruded
20       II,  VI   |       steps. The Jew trembled from head to foot. “But I cannot let
21       II,  VI   |         satisfy you?”~He shook his head doubtfully. “It is very
22       II,  VI   |     Palmyrin Rosette scratched his head in perplexity, glaring round
23       II,  VII  |           exclaimed Rosette. “Your head is too light already; a
24       II,  VII  |             I must take care of my head, then, and hold it on,”
25       II,  X    |      zenith 12,000 miles above his head. As the observer, however,
26       II,  XII  | difficulties?”~The count shook his head, as if in despair, and said,
27       II,  XIV  |         little man would seize his head in both his hands, and tear
28       II,  XIV  |      coffee.~The orderly shook his head dubiously.~“A pound of coffee,
29       II,  XVI  |        Atlantic.~Procope shook his head. “Even so, we should only
30       II,  XVI  |     riveted upon him, as, with his head resting on his hands, he
31       II,  XVI  |          hit the right nail on the head; we must try and leave Gallia
32       II,  XVIII|         polar bear, stood with its head towards Asia, its left paw