Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  II   |         means of a high order. “We don’t spin tops” is a favorite
 2        I,  III  | trouser-seam.~“Stay where you are! don’t move an inch!” shouted
 3        I,  V    |            of Medoc, I am puzzled. Don’t you see the sun is in
 4        I,  XIII |        take care that your fellows don’t get their arms and legs
 5        I,  XV   |           well,” said Servadac, “I don’t know that it matters much
 6        I,  XVIII|          asked the captain.~“No, I don’t mean the birds: I mean
 7        I,  XX   |            were at Montmartre, you don’t suppose that we should
 8       II,  IV   |            the captain.~“Servadac, don’t be thoughtless!” cried
 9       II,  IV   |           the third of the radius. Don’t you recollect?”~Captain
10       II,  V    |           measurement.”~“What! you don’t mean,” exclaimed the professor,
11       II,  IX   |   trembling like a street beggar. “Don’t impose on me. I am poor;
12       II,  XIV  |      repeated Rosette; “and if you don’t understand me, you may
13       II,  XIV  |         agreed the professor.~“And don’t you think the governor
14       II,  XIV  |           on stammering, “Yes—no—I don’t know.”~But heedless of
15       II,  XV   |            said the orderly.~“Then don’t say a word to anyone,
16       II,  XVI  |   presented itself to his mind.~“I don’t want to intrude,” observed
17       II,  XVI  |          observed Ben Zoof, “but I don’t understand why such learned
18       II,  XVII |           We remember that of old, don’t we?”~“Sir!”~“You nearly