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

Rosette scanned his countenance narrowly, and was about to probe him with further questions, when Ben Zoof returned.
“And what does his Excellency say?” inquired Hakkabut.
“Why, Nehemiah, he says he shan't give you any.”
“Merciful heavens!” began the Jew.
“He says he doesn't mind selling you a little.”
“But, by the holy city, why does he make me pay for what anybody else could have for nothing?”
“As I told you before, you are not anybody else; so, come along. You can afford to buy what you want. We should like to see the colour of your money.”
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

How much do you want?”
“A pound. A pound will last me a long time.”
“And who will weigh it for you?” asked Rosette, scarcely able to conceal the eagerness that prompted the question.
“Why, they will weigh it with my steelyard, of course. There is no other balance here.”
And as the Jew spoke, the professor fancied he could detect the faintest of sighs.
“Good, Master Isaac; all the better for you! You will get your seven pounds instead of one!”
“Yes; well, seven, or thereabouts—thereabouts,” stammered the Jew with considerable hesitation.
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Portrait of Jules Verne Jules Verne Hector Servadac (Frewer translation… (1906)

When, in a few moments, he began to speak, Servadac smiled intelligently, anticipating the answer he was about to hear.
“My conjecture is,” said Procope, “that a fragment of considerable magnitude has been detached from the earth; that it has carried with it an envelope of the earth's atmosphere, and that it is now travelling through the solar system in an orbit that does not correspond at all with the proper orbit of the earth.”
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