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 1        I,  VII  |          Ever on the lookout for fresh phenomena, Captain Servadac
 2        I,  VII  |         glass.~Here, then, was a fresh mystery. The orbit of this
 3        I,  XII  |    smooth and polished as though fresh from a founder’s mold, glittered
 4        I,  XVI  |       depth.~“Here is a trace of fresh water, the first that Gallia
 5        I,  XVII |         a lower temperature than fresh; the course of the Dobryna
 6        I,  XVIII|      remain unproductive, and no fresh fodder for domestic animals
 7        I,  XXI  |       insured all meat remaining fresh for almost an indefinite
 8        I,  XXI  |        lavish a hand. By opening fresh vents in the solid rock (
 9        I,  XXI  |        felt the want of a little fresh air. Accordingly the greater
10       II,  III  |          got the elements of the fresh orbit?”~“Yes.”~“Then perhaps
11       II,  IV   |       from the Dobryna’s stores, fresh skins could very easily
12       II,  XII  |        more than probable that a fresh outlet had been opened in
13       II,  XII  |       the sea-shore. A supply of fresh water would be constantly
14       II,  XII  |     present. Let us hope that as fresh difficulties arise, fresh
15       II,  XII  |        fresh difficulties arise, fresh ways of escape will open.
16       II,  XIII |       the necessity of obtaining fresh water, it seemed almost
17       II,  XVI  | promising opportunity to put any fresh questions on the subject
18       II,  XVI  |     marvel arrested every eye. A fresh satellite, in the gloom
19       II,  XVII |         of muscular power, and a fresh diminution of specific gravity,
20       II,  XVII |     their kind protectors on any fresh excursion whatever.~The
21       II,  XVII |        all in vain; not a single fresh discovery rewarded his sufferings.~