Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  VII  |       was rejoiced at last to help his master, who, in spite
 2        I,  XIV  | belongs to England.”~“I can’t help that,” answered Servadac,
 3        I,  XVII |       observations, could not help pleading that the explorations
 4        I,  XVIII|         Oh, my lord governor, help me, help! These rascals
 5        I,  XVIII|       lord governor, help me, help! These rascals defraud me
 6        I,  XVIII|       are, but they could not help being very considerably
 7        I,  XXIII|       the principal gallery.~“Help, help! I shall be killed!”~
 8        I,  XXIII|     principal gallery.~“Help, help! I shall be killed!”~Pablo
 9        I,  XXIV |       almost to an appeal for help. Captain Servadac briefly
10        I,  XXIV |       in the roof, and by the help of a compass, maintained
11       II,  VI   |  money, or we will proceed to help ourselves.”~Isaac began
12       II,  VII  |         The captain could not help himself: he was forced to
13       II,  XII  | hitherto been outstretched to help seems now to be withdrawn.”~“
14       II,  XIV  |       was black in the face.~“Help! help!” screamed Hakkabut. “
15       II,  XIV  |     black in the face.~“Help! help!” screamed Hakkabut. “I
16       II,  XVI  |        Heaven helps them that help themselves.”~“And what means