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Continuing 20,000 leagues under the sea my jewels.

Verne.

My Jules Verne.

Chapter 20 chapter 23 the Coral Kingdom.

Kingdom the next day I woke with inguver to my great.

To my great.

I was in my own room, my companion to stated, without having without even received it any more than I of what had passed during the night.

They were as ignorant as I was.

And to penetrate.

And to penetrate.

I only reckon upon the chance future.

I then thought of thought of quitting my room.

Was I free again, free again?

Or a prisoner?

Or a prisoner?

Quite free.

Quite free.

I opened the door, opened the door, went to the half, went up the central stairs.

The panel.

The panel shut the door open, were open.

I went onto the platform, ned land and land seal.

And waited.

Seal waited there for me.

I questioned, questioned them.

They knew nothing.

They knew nothing.

Lost in a heavy lost sleep, which they totally had been.

Totally unconscious.

They had been astonished, astonished at finding cats in their cabin.

As for the Nautilus, for the Nautilus, quiet, quiet, mysterious as ever, it floated on, it floated on the waves.

At a wave moderate pace.

Nothing seemed changed on board.

The second lieutenant and lieutenant then came on and gave the usual order below.

As for Captain Nemo, Nemo, he did not appear of the people.

On the people.

I only saw the steward who stewarded me with his regularity.

00 I was in the drawing room, busied and ranied and ranging my notes.

When the captain.

When the captain appeared, I bowed.

I bowed.

He made a slight.

He made a slight inclination.

Without turn, without speaking, I resumed my.

Resumed my work, hoping that.

Hoping he would perhaps see night.

He made none.

He made none.

I looked at him.

I looked at him.

He seemed.

He seemed fatigued.

His heavy eyes.

Heavy eyes.

Not been refreshed by sleep.

His face was very sorrowful.

Very sorrowful.

He walked to and.

To and fro.

Sat down.

Sat down again.

Got up again.

Took a chance.

Took a chance.

Put it down.

Put it down.

Without habitual notes.

And seemed restless and restless and uneasy.

At last he came up to me and came up to me and said, are you a doctor?

Monte Montex.

So little expected such a question.

Such a question darede that I timed him without answering.

Are you a doctor?

Are you a doctor?

He repeated several of your.

Several of your colleagues.

Medicine.

Studied medicine well.

I practiced several years.

Several years before entering the museum.

Very well, sir.

Very well, sir.

My answered evidence evidently satisfied the captain.

Not knowing what he was, knowing what he would say.

I waited for other questions reserving my answers.

Circumstance.

Circumstances.

Monsieur Arana.

Monsieur Aranax, will you consent?

Will you consent?

One of my men, he asked, is he ill?

Is he ill?

Yes.

Yes.

I'm ready to follow.

Ready to follow you.

Come then.

Come then.

I own my heartbeat.

My heartbeat.

I do not know why.

I do not know why.

I saw certain connection between the illness and the events of the day before and this mystery and mystery at least as much as sick man.

Captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo inducted me in the poop of the Nautilus and took me into the sailors quarters.

There on a bed lay a man about 40 years of age.

40 years of age.

With a resolute.

With a resolute expression of countenance.

A true type.

True type of Anglo Saxon.

I leaned over him.

Leaned over him.

He was not only ill, he was wounded.

His head.

His head lay on a pillow.

I undid the bandage, did the bandages.

And the wounded man looked at man with large eyes and gave no sign.

Gave pain of pain as I did.

It was a horrible, horrible wound.

The skull shattered, shattered by some dead weapon.

Left the brain which was much which was much injured.

Clots of blood had formed.

Blood formed in the bruised and broken mass.

In color.

In color, like the dregs of wine.

There was both contusion and fusion of the fusion of the brain.

His breathing.

His breathing was slow.

In some spasm agitated his face.

I felt his pulse.

Felt his pulse.

It was intermittent.

It was intermittent.

The extremities were growing.

And I saw it inevitably.

Inevitably ensue.

After dressing the unfortunate man's, I readjusted Captain Nemo.

What caused.

What caused this wound?

I asked.

What does it sign?

What does it signify?

He replied evasively.

A shock and some tears.

Eyes which I thought.

In which I thought in shedding.

Shedding any.

For some moment, I still watched the dying man whose life eb.

Whose life ebbed slowly.

His power increased over his deathbed.

I looked at his intelligent as intelligent.

Forehead furrowed with premature wrinkles.

Produced probably by.

Probably by misfortune and sorrow.

I tried to learn the Secret.

Learn the last word.

Last words escaped his lips.

You can go now.

Monster.

Monster.

Aaron acts as a captain, says a captain.

I left him in the dying man and return.

And returned.

Much room.

Much affected by the scene.

During the whole.

During the whole day I was uncomfortable suspicions.

And at night.

And at night I slept badly.

In between my broken, broken dream, I fancied I heard distant size.

Like the notes of.

Like the notes of a funeral psalm.

Were they the prayers of the dead?

Prayers of the dead.

Murmured.

Not murmured.

That I cannot understand.

The next morning, I went onto the bridge.

Captain Nemo was there before me.

As soon as he.

As soon as he received me, he came to me.

Professor.

Professor.

Will it be convenient today with my companion?

My companion, I asked.

If they like.

If they like.

We obey your orders, captain.

Will you be so.

Will you be put on your cork jackets?

It was not a question.

Not a question.

Dying.

Dead or dying.

I rejoined.

I rejoined Ned land.

Captain Nemo's proposition.

Conceal.

Hasten, conceal.

Hastened to accept it.

And this time, the Canadian seemed canadian, willing to follow our example.

It was 08:00 in the morning.

30 we were eight.

We were snooked for excursion and provided with two private lights for light and breathing.

The double door was double door was open.

And the company.

And the company.

Neem.

Captain Neema followed by crew.

We set foot at a depth of.

A depth of a sea.

On the solid bottom of which bottom of which Nautilus rested.

A slight decliverty ended in bottom.

At the 15 fathoms deep.

This bottom.

This bottom.

Under the water, under the water's ocean, thick ocean.

Here there was no.

There was no fine sand, no submarine, no submarine prairies, no sea forest, no sea forest.

Immediately, immediately marvelous.

That region in which region in which honors to us it was the coral coral kingdom.

The light produced.

The light produced thousand charming varieties.

Playing in the midst, playing in branches that were colored, vividly colored.

I seemed to see the memory tremble beneath the trembulation, the undulation of the waters.

I was tempted to gather, tempted to gather fresh petals, ornamented ornament, delicate tentacles, some just blown, some just blown the others of birds.

But if my hand approach hand approached these living flowers, these animated, animated plants, sensitive plants.

The whole colony took colony took alarm.

The white petals, the grand petals reentered their red cases.

The flowers faded and changed stony knobs.

Chance had thrown me, just thrown me just pressure.

The most precious specimens of the zoo fight.

This coral was more valuable than Mediterranean.

Mediterranean on the coasts, on the crans of France, Italy and Italy and Barbary.

It's ten, it's justified.

The justified name froth of blood that trade is given, trade is given.

Beautiful productions.

Coral is sold for 20 pounds, 20 pounds per ounce.

And in this plane, in this watery bed, watery bed coral divers this precious matter used into other polypy.

Polypy informed the makodia and on which I noticed.

I noticed several beautiful specimens of pink coral.

But soon the bushes.

Soon the bushes contract and the arborization arborizations increase.

Real petrified.

Real petrified thickets.

Long joints of fantastic were disclosed before us.

Captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo placed ourselves under a dark gallery whereby a slight livity produced sometimes magical effects.

Following the rough following the rough outlines are natural points of fire.

At last walking 2 hours, we had attained a death 300 yards.

That is to say the extreme limit.

Extreme limit of coral begins to form.

But there was no ice, there was no isolated bush, nor modest, nor modest brushwood.

At the bottom of the bottom tree, lofty trees.

It was an immense.

It was immense of large mineral.

Large mineral vegetations, enormous, united by garland, elegant seabind weed.

All adorned all adorned with reflection and reflections.

We passed freely under their branch high branches shade of the waves.

Captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo had stopped.

I and my companion, my companions halted and turning around men forming a semi chief around their chief, watching attentively observed.

I observed them carried on them carried on their shoulders of objects of oblong shape.

We occupied occupied center lake, surrounded by the foliage of submarine forest.

Our lamps through overlaps sort of twilight twilight.

Singularly, singularly elongated.

The shadows on the ground at the end of the glade, the darkness increased and was only relieved, reflected by the points of coral net, land and land.

Silver near silver near me.

We watched.

We watched.

And I thought I was.

And I thought I was going to witness strange scene, unobserving the ground, that it was raised by slight encrusted and slimy deposits.

And disposed.

And disposed.

The hand of man in the midst of the glade, on a pedestal.

On a pedestal, roughly piled.

Roughly piled up.

Stood across of.

Stood across petrified blood.

Upon his sign.

Upon his sign, Nemo, one of the men advanced and at some feet some feats.

He began to dig.

He began to dig.

That he took from his belt.

Understood all.

Understood all this glaze, this glaze cemetery, this whole.

A tomb.

Hola, tomb.

This oblong body of man who had died in the night.

The captain.

The captain come to marry their come to bury their companion resting general resting place at the bottom of the bottom of the ocean.

The grave was being grave was being dug.

Slowly the fish fled on fish fled.

While the retreat was being thus disturbed.

I heard the stroke, heard the pick.

The pick sparkled when it hit a winds lost lens lost the bottom of the waters.

The hole was so large to receive the body.

Then the bearers.

Then the bearers approached the body.

Captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo, with his arms crossed.

And all the friend, all the friends loved them.

Loved them.

Knelt in prayer.

The grave was then with the rubbish taken.

Rubbish taken from the ground, which formed a slight.

Formed a slight mound.

When this was when this captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo and his men rose.

Then approaching the grave, they knelt.

Sign of a lasted you.

Then the funeral procession returned to the Nautilus, passing under the arches, under the arch of the midst of coral bushes, and still on the and still on the ascent.

At last the light of the ship the light of the ship appeared and it's luminous.

And it's luminous.

Guided us to the Nautilus.

00.

00 we had returned.

As soon as I had changed my I went up onto the platform and a prayed and emotions.

I sat down near the captain Nemo.

Captain Nemo joined.

I rose.

I rose and said to him, so, as I said, he died in the man died in the night.

Yes, monsieur.

Monsieur Aaron Axe and the rest.

And now nearest companion.

Companion cemetery.

Cemetery.

Yes.

Forgotten by all by us, but not by us.

We dug the grave and grave undertook dead for eternity.

And bearing his face quickly, face heavily in his hand, hide in vain to suppress a sob.

Then he added, then he added, our peace, our cemetery is there some hundred people of the waves.

Of the waves your dead sleep at least, captain.

Out of the reach of sharks.

Yes sir.

Sharks, men and men gravely replied to captain replied to captain.

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