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1 1,2|   general who said, "I never count my dead!" And hundreds of
2 1,5|      on the sand. They could count half a dozen. Pencroft and
3 2,2|  have some one to help me. I count on you, Pencroft." ~"No,
4 2,8|   that even if he managed to count three hundred grains a minute,
5 2,9|   point is to know if we may count among our chances of being
6 2,9|     and they could therefore count on tolerable weather. However,
7 3,6| perhaps, know how far we may count on the return of the yacht!" ~"
8 3,8|    rendered it impossible to count upon settled weather. ~Cyrus
9 3,8|  They had been accustomed to count upon the intervention of