Part,  Chapter

 1 1,2|  make but little difference, poor beast!" exclaimed Pencroft,
 2 1,3| fatigue, began their search. Poor Neb shed bitter tears, giving
 3 1,5|    So saying, he offered the poor Negro a few handfuls of
 4 1,5|    great importance to these poor men. It was unused. ~"Hurrah!"
 5 1,5|     man's nourishment, these poor people thought themselves
 6 1,8|     remained motionless. The poor Negro, absorbed in his grief,
 7 1,9|     to give them to Top. The poor dog, with his four paws,
 8 1,2|      when the wind blew, the poor settlers, insufficiently
 9 2,4|    do for smoking?" ~"No, my poor Pencroft." ~Herbert and
10 2,2|     of the intrepid animal. ~Poor Jup still held in his hand
11 2,2|   him for spoiling the ape. "Poor Jup has no other pleasure
12 2,2|      I love it as I loved my poor mother. It received us poor
13 2,2|  poor mother. It received us poor and destitute, and now what
14 2,4|      no longer alone." ~"The poor man must no doubt have been
15 2,5|    since you have found this poor creature in such a state!" ~"
16 2,5|   made no more resistance. ~"Poor fellow!" murmured the engineer. ~
17 2,5|   perhaps, without that, the poor creature would have still
18 2,5|     lips. At all events, the poor creature was quite quiet
19 2,5|    escape! ~And, indeed, the poor creature was on the point
20 2,6| spoken of his past life, the poor penitent will return to
21 2,8|                 Chapter 18 ~"Poor man!" said Herbert, who
22 3,5|  brute I am!" he exclaimed. "Poor Ayrton! He has as much right
23 3,7| listened to ascertain if the poor lad's heart was still beating. ~"
24 3,7|   the empty house, and soon, poor Herbert was lying on Ayrton'
25 3,7|     to rescue from death the poor boy who was suffering beneath
26 3,7|      Spilett then turned the poor boy over; as they did so,
27 3,7|     of linen were applied to poor Herbert's two wounds, and
28 3,7|      House. I will not stir. Poor Mr. Herbert!" ~ ~
29 3,8| Several days passed, and the poor boy's state was happily
30 3,8|     I am still very weak, my poor Pencroft!" ~"Well! your
31 3,9|        said Gideon Spilett. "Poor fellow! his return to social
32 3,9|    it could be seen that the poor boy had called up all his
33 3,0|     What was he to do? asked poor Neb. Personally he had nothing
34 3,0|    the 6th of December. ~The poor boy, whose fingers, nose,
35 3,0|     Spilett thought that the poor boy was dead. ~The next
36 3,0|       and this day was to be poor Herbert's last! ~A ray glanced
37 3,1|    supervened. And then, the poor boy submitted with such
38 3,2|     to expose themselves, as poor Herbert had done, to the
39 3,3|    Oh, my 'Bonadventure!' my poor 'Bonadventure!'" cried Pencroft,
40 3,0|  upon which they had arrived poor and friendless, that island