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Book, Chapter
4004 I, II | provided material for cakes of world-wide renown. To crown all, Montmartre
4005 I, XXIV | work of a few moments. The worm-eaten door was bolted on the inside.
4006 I, I | slightest intention of being wounded at all.”~Incredulous as
4007 II, XVII | Thinking he could turn the wrangling to some good account, so
4008 I, XXIV | stored the provisions, the wraps, and the cooking utensils.~
4009 II, VI | the cabin.~“Detestable old wretch!” replied the count, full
4010 II, XII | ridicule which his abject wretchedness excited, he howled on still,
4011 I, XVII | hare-brained savant that writes them can be living?” observed
4012 I, III | contained his bed, a small writing-table, and some trunks that served
4013 I, V | changes which a few hours had wrought. The sun had already reached
4014 I, I | the two officers cordially wrung their friend’s hand and
4015 I, XII | or one of the Levantine xebecs that traffic so regularly
4016 I, XX | CHAPTER XX~A LIGHT ON THE HORIZON~On
4017 I, XXI | CHAPTER XXI~WINTER QUARTERS~The habitation
4018 I, XXII | CHAPTER XXII~A FROZEN OCEAN~The moon!
4019 I, XXIII| CHAPTER XXIII~A CARRIER-PIGEON~When, three
4020 I, XXIV | CHAPTER XXIV~A SLEDGE-RIDE~Formentera
4021 I, XI | bowels of the earth must have yawned and closed again upon a
4022 II, XVIII| seemed like a vast funnel, yawning to receive the comet and
4023 | ye
4024 II, XIV | predominance.~“Eureka! Eureka!” yelled the excited astronomer.~“
4025 II, XIV | a madman, screeching and yelling ‘Eureka!’”~“Eureka?” exclaimed
4026 I, VII | dip our sippets into the yolks easily enough.”~The captain
4027 II, VIII | Mercury, being so much the younger, would probably prove the
4028 II, VIII | Mercury, nearest of all, and youngest of all, has been revolving
4029 | yourselves
4030 II, I | him since the days of his youth, that time of life which,
4031 I, I | Wagner, while you are the zealous champion of Rossini?”~“I
4032 I, XXI | pinches of tobacco.~“No, old Zebulon,” said Ben Zoof, steadily
4033 II, XV | the march of the Algerian zephyrs. And so the French tricolor
4034 I, XVII | Constantine, away to the oasis of Ziban; where, taking a sharp turn,
4035 I, XXI | Zoof contributed the famous Zouave refrain, well known throughout
4036 I, I | hand and retired to the Zulma Cafe for a game at piquet.
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