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THE "NAUTILUS."
I entered his room; it had an austere appearance, almost monkish. An iron bedstead, a work-table, and some toilette furniture. The light was dim. There was nothing “cosy” about it; what was necessary was there, but nothing more.
Captain Nemo pointed to a seat.
“Won’t you sit down,” he said.
I sat down, and he addressed me as follows:
