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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas… (1870)

What was the good of digging if I must be suffocated, crushed by the water that was turning into stone? -- a punishment that the ferocity of the savages even would not have invented! Just then Captain Nemo passed near me. I touched his hand and showed him the walls of our prison. The wall to port had advanced to at least four yards from the hull of the Nautilus. The Captain understood me, and signed me to follow him. We went on board.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas… (1870)

On March 22, the Nautilus was in the open polar seas. We were at 26o. For five days we had lived on the reserve on board. And what was left of the respirable air must be kept for the workers. Even now, as I write, my recollection is still so vivid that an involuntary terror seizes me and my lungs seem to be without air. Meanwhile, Captain Nemo reflected silently, and evidently an idea had struck him; but he seemed to reject it. At last, these words escaped his lips:
"Boiling water!"
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas… (1870)

By a curious effect of specific gravity, these blocks, lighter than water, fled, so to speak, to the vault of the tunnel, that increased in thickness at the top in proportion as it diminished at the base. But that mattered little, so long as the lower part grew thinner. After two hours' hard work, Ned Land came in exhausted. He and his comrades were replaced by new workers, whom Conseil and I joined. The second lieutenant of the Nautilus superintended us. The water seemed singularly cold, but I soon got warm handling the pickaxe.
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