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16 Not Enough Airlocked

  • Jules Verne


So all around the Nautilus, above and below, was an impenetrable wall of ice. We were prisoners of the ice-cap. The Canadian struck the table with his tremendous fist. Conseil remained silent. I looked at the captain. His face had resumed its...

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