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 1        I,  I   |  Captain Hector Servadac,~Staff Officer, Mostaganem.~ On the other
 2        I,  II  |        was quite the type of an officer; he was rather more than
 3        I,  II  |     which touched the prostrate officer, the troop passed in safety.~
 4        I,  II  |       and soul, to his superior officer. His own personal ambition
 5        I,  II  |      part him from his superior officer. Two stout arms, an iron
 6        I,  III |         t be said that a French officer cannot cope with a piece
 7        I,  IX  | singular contrast to the French officer’s enthusiastic vivacity,
 8        I,  XIII|       to send for us,” said one officer.~“No doubt she will,” answered
 9        I,  XIII|      legs blown off,” added the officer.~“Very good, sir,” said
10        I,  XIX | recognize you as their superior officer.”~“Most unhesitatingly,”
11        I,  XXI |        was unworthy of a French officer to deceive a poor old man
12       II,  III |         Lieutenant Procope, the officer in command of the Dobryna.”~
13       II,  IV  |      the protection of a French officer, who, except under the most
14       II,  IX  |         rate. I am commissariat officer, and I am responsible.”~“
15       II,  XV  |        speak to your commanding officer?” Servadac inquired.~“Which?”
16       II,  XV  |      Which?” said the man. “The officer in command of Ceuta?”~“Yes,
17       II,  XV  |      few minutes the commanding officer, attired in full uniform,
18       II,  XV  |       Yes, sir, Major Oliphant, officer in command of the garrison
19       II,  XV  |         installed as commanding officer upon what I have always