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A Journey to the Interior of the Earth

All this my uncle was going to sacrifice to a bit of old parchment. As an affectionate and
attentive nephew I considered it my duty to eat for him as well as for myself, which I did
conscientiously.
"I have never known such a thing," said Martha. "M. Liedenbrock is not at table!"
"Who could have believed it?" I said, with my mouth full.
"Something serious is going to happen," said the servant, shaking her head.
My opinion was, that nothing more serious would happen than an awful scene when my
uncle should have discovered that his dinner was devoured. I had come to the last of the
fruit when a very loud voice tore me away from the pleasures of my dessert. With one
spring I bounded out of the dining-room into the study.
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