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 1        I,  III  |      cannot avail,~Telling true heart’s tender tale.”~ “What on
 2        I,  III  |     cannot convey~All a lover’s heart would say.”~ “Well, to be
 3        I,  VIII |      must have been born in the heart of equatorial Africa; to
 4        I,  XV   |     degrees N., and fell in the heart of the desert. The practical
 5        I,  XVI  |        the far-off horizon? His heart sank within him.~The whole
 6        I,  XVIII|        cry of the poor fellow’s heart.~As briefly as he could,
 7        I,  XX   |       is reserved for us in the heart and bowels of our own Gallia!”~
 8        I,  XXI  |   internal heat exuded from the heart of the mountain. Here, as
 9        I,  XXIV |         white plain. Ben Zoof’s heart was too full for words;
10        I,  XXIV |         to the land. Servadac’s heart bounded as he caught sight
11       II,  I    |   divested of his clothing, his heart was found to be still beating,
12       II,  III  |     stars, and the astronomer’s heart began to leap at the thought
13       II,  III  | contentment that no one had the heart to gainsay his assertion.
14       II,  IV   |         accordingly, he set his heart on getting all the monetary
15       II,  V    |       upon which he had set his heart. Without delay, therefore,
16       II,  XI   |       against his will,” in his heart he was more than satisfied
17       II,  XII  |   certain amount of heat at the heart after the extremities have
18       II,  XII  |        in penetrating below the heart of the volcano; already
19       II,  XV   |    cherished wish of Servadac’s heart.~“Who knows,” he said to
20       II,  XVI  |   making a balloon!”~Servadac’s heart sank.~“A balloon!” he exclaimed. “
21       II,  XVIII|         hatchet imbedded in the heart of Germany, its edge just