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

Despite the strain put upon her engine, the schooner, bare of canvas (for not even the smallest stay-sail could have withstood the violence of the storm) , was drifting with terrific speed towards the menacing precipices, which were only a few short miles to leeward. Fully alive to the hopelessness of their situation, the crew were all on deck.
“All over with us, sir!” said Procope to the count. “I have done everything that man could do; but our case is desperate. Nothing short of a miracle can save us now. Within an hour we must go to pieces upon yonder rocks.”
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

An hour after sunrise on New Year's Day, Frenchmen, Russians, Spaniards, and little Nina, as the representative of Italy, sat down to a feast such as never before had been seen in Gallia. Ben Zoof and the Russian cook had quite surpassed themselves. A huge dish of stewed partridges, in which, in default of vegetables, enough curry-powder had been used to blister the tongue, if not to damage the coats of the stomach, was the pièce de résistance.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

Later still, half an hour or more afterwards, the torches were all but dying out. The shore was close at hand. All at once, Ben Zoof uttered a startled cry, and pointed with bewildered excitement towards the mountain. Involuntarily, one and all, they ploughed their heels into the ice and came to a halt. Exclamations of surprise and horror burst from every lip.
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