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And what, Mr. Land?" "Break out of here!" "Breaking out of a prison on shore is difficult enough, but with an underwater prison, it strikes me as completely unworkable." "Come now, Ned my friend," Conseil asked, "how would you answer master's objection? I refuse to believe that an American is at the end of his tether." Visibly baffled, the harpooner said nothing.
The Ministry of Finances, the Hôtel of the Conseil d'Etat, the Palace of the Légion of Honour, and the Palace of the Tuileries were burnt by the insurgents. When the troops gained possession of the Tuileries, it was but a mass of smouldering ashes. The Louvre will be saved. The Hôtel de Ville is in flames.
Don't you see a mass that seems to be moving around?" "Right," I said after observing carefully, "I can make out something like a long, blackish object on the surface of the water." "A second Nautilus?" Conseil said. "No," the Canadian replied, "unless I'm badly mistaken, that's some marine animal." "Are there whales in the Red Sea?" Conseil asked.
I now borrow from the daily notes of Master Conseil. "Certain fish of the genus petrodon peculiar to those seas, with red backs and white chests, which are distinguished by three rows of longitudinal filaments; and some electrical, seven inches long, decked in the liveliest colours.
"Quarto," Conseil went on, unabashed, "the apods, with long bodies that lack pelvic fins and are covered by a heavy, often glutinous skin, an order consisting of only one family. Examples: common eels and electric eels." "So-so, just so-so!" Ned Land replied.
And Conseil, reassured, returned to the study of the bank, which the Nautilus was skirting at a moderate speed. During the night of the 16th and 17th February we had entered the second Mediterranean basin, the greatest depth of which was 1,450 fathoms. The Nautilus, by the action of its crew, slid down the inclined planes and buried itself in the lowest depths of the sea.
Do not look, sir!" Saying which, Conseil clapped his hands over his eyes. "But what is the matter, my boy?" "I am dazzled, blinded." My eyes turned involuntarily towards the glass, but I could not stand the fire which seemed to devour them. I understood what had happened. The Nautilus had put on full speed. All the quiet lustre of the ice-walls was at once changed into flashes of lightning.
But Conseil, being very possessive of his fish, rushed at it, and before I could stop him, he seized it with both hands. Instantly there he was, thrown on his back, legs in the air, his body half paralyzed, and yelling: "Oh, sir, sir! Will you help me!" For once in his life, the poor lad didn't address me "in the third person."
It would have sounded just fine during some Mississippi paddle-wheeler race, to "outstrip the competition!" "Conseil," I said to my gallant servant, now at my side, "you realize that we'll probably blow ourselves skyhigh?" "As master wishes!" Conseil replied. All right, I admit it: I did wish to run this risk! The valves were charged. More coal was swallowed by the furnaces.
The unwary foreigner who has heard that there is in Russia a very important institution called the "Conseil d'Etat," naturally supposes that a "Conseiller d'Etat" is a member of that venerable body; and if he meets "Son Excellence le Conseiller prive," he is pretty sure to assume especially if the word "actuel" has been affixed that he sees before him a real living member of the Russian Privy Council.
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