Jules Verne

“ I thought that my weakened voice could never penetrate to my companions.
"It is they," I repeated. "What other men can be thirty leagues under ground?"
I again began to listen. Passing my ear over the wall from one place to another, I found the point where the voices seemed to be best heard. The word forlorad again returned; then the rolling of thunder which had roused me from my lethargy.
"No," I said, "no; it is not through such a mass that a voice can be heard. I am surrounded by granite walls, and the loudest explosion could never be heard here! This noise comes along the gallery. ”

“ We have looked for you up the gallery and down the gallery. Could not find you. I wept for you, my poor boy. At last, supposing you were still on the Hansbach, we fired our guns. Our voices are audible to each other, but our hands cannot touch. But don't despair, Axel! It is a great thing that we can hear each other. ”

“ I replied.
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"My boy, where are you?"
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"Lost, in the deepest darkness."
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"Where is your lamp?"
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"It is out."
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"And the stream?"
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"Disappeared."
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"Axel, Axel, take courage!"
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"Wait! I am exhausted! I can't answer. Speak to me!"
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"Courage," resumed my uncle. "Don't speak. Listen to me. ”