Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  III  |     them, fate must decide.~At eight o’clock, Captain Servadac
 2        I,  V    |       the captain.~“It must be eight o’clock, at least,” said
 3        I,  VI   |       and the hamlet, with its eight hundred inhabitants, had
 4        I,  XIII |       been absent for seven or eight hours. Not even to Corporal
 5        I,  XV   |        of longitude represents eight and forty miles. What, then,
 6        I,  XVII |        a little girl, seven or eight years of age, with rich
 7        I,  XVIII|      put down the names of the eight Russians, the two Frenchman,
 8        I,  XIX  |    reason to question but that eight hundred acres of rich soil,
 9        I,  XX   |      enough; but at a depth of eight feet below the surface,
10       II,  V    |      of an Arctic bear.~It was eight o’clock in the morning.
11       II,  X    |       Saturn must be splendid. Eight satellites— Mimas, Enceladus,
12       II,  XII  | through this rock for seven or eight yards, and the lieutenant
13       II,  XV   |     back might be performed in eight days. Provided with a compass,
14       II,  XV   | contact with it again in about eight weeks.”~“I have no doubt,”
15       II,  XIX  |  January morning. It was about eight o’clock; the sun was rising