Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  III |         on earth ails my master?” muttered Ben Zoof; “for the last
 2        I,  XIII|        gun.”~“It is to be hoped,” muttered the corporal, “that our
 3        I,  XIX |      sidled up to little Nina and muttered in Italian. “A lot of lies,
 4        I,  XXI |        Mahomet have mercy on me!” muttered the Jew, whose creed frequently
 5       II,  I   |          say much for the flesh,” muttered Ben Zoof.~The old man had
 6       II,  IV  |        26th of March.”~“Strange!” muttered Servadac.~“And a month,
 7       II,  IV  |        comet! nice little comet!” muttered Ben Zoof.~The astronomer
 8       II,  VI  |         Europe.~“Europe, indeed!” muttered the Jew maliciously between
 9       II,  VI  | responsible for his annoyance. He muttered something about finding
10       II,  XV  |          orderly.~“Plague on it!” muttered Servadac; “I hope we are
11       II,  XVI |           speed, and no mistake!” muttered Ben Zoof.~“Just so,” assented