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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

The Jew trembled from head to foot.
“But I cannot let you into my cabin. I am a pool man; I have nothing to give you,” he moaned piteously.
“Here he is!” laughed Ben Zoof, contemptuously; “he is beginning his chapter of lamentations over again. But standing out here will never do. Out of the way, old Hakkabut, I say! out of the way!” and, without more ado, he thrust the astonished Jew on one side and opened the door of the cabin.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

What, then, you have to do, Ben Zoof, is to keep a sharp look-out, and to be ready, in case a vessel should appear, to make signals at once.”
“But if no vessel should appear!” sighed the orderly.
“Then we must build a boat, and go in search of those who do not come in search of us.”
“Very good, captain. But what sort of a sailor are you?”
“Every one can be a sailor when he must,” said Servadac calmly.
Ben Zoof said no more. For several succeeding days he scanned the horizon unintermittently with his telescope. His watching was all in vain. No ship appeared upon the desert sea.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

The captain and his friends, who had returned to the cabin, looked on with mingled amusement and bewilderment.
“They are mine!” shrieked Hakkabut.
“I will have them!” shouted the professor
“You shall kill me first!” bellowed the Jew.
“No, but I must!” persisted the professor again.
It was manifestly time for Servadac to interfere.
“My dear professor,” he said, smiling, “allow me to settle this little matter for you.”
“Ah! your Excellency,” moaned the agitated Jew, “protect me! I am but a poor man—”
“None of that, Hakkabut. Hold your tongue.”
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