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A Journey to the Interior of the Earth

But who could have foretold the result? A violent thump made the furniture rattle, and
spilt some ink, and my pen dropped from between my fingers.
"That's not it," cried my uncle, "there's no sense in it."
Then darting out like a shot, bowling down stairs like an avalanche, he rushed into the
Konigstrasse and fled.
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