Book,  Chapter

1        I,  VII  |      captain. “Your complexion isn’t the fairest in the world,
2        I,  XVIII|      Africa still; only Africa isn’t by any means where we
3       II,  II   |       old Ezekiel?” he asked.~“Isn’t it so? Am I not right?
4       II,  IV   |       to this new calendar, it isn’t the middle of May at all;
5       II,  IX   |         old Pilate, a monopoly isn’t always a good thing, is
6       II,  XVI  | answered Procope, calmly.~“But isn’t there another thing to
7       II,  XVII |      of withering scorn.~“Why, isn’t her mass diminished? Isn’
8       II,  XVII |     isn’t her mass diminished? Isn’t she split in half? Isn’
9       II,  XVII |       Isn’t she split in half? Isn’t her velocity all altered?”