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"
Boiling
water
!
"
he
muttered
.
"
Boiling
water
?
"
I
cried
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
We
are
enclosed
in
a
space
that
is
relatively
confined
.
Would
not
jets
of
boiling
water
,
constantly
injected
by
the
pumps
,
raise
the
temperature
in
this
part
and
stay
the
congelation
?
"
"
Let
us
try
it
,
"
I
said
resolutely
.
"
Let
us
try
it
,
Professor
.
"
The
thermometer
then
stood
at
7
°
outside
.
Captain
Nemo
took
me
to
the
galleys
,
where
the
vast
distillatory
machines
stood
that
furnished
the
drinkable
water
by
evaporation
.
They
filled
these
with
water
,
and
all
the
electric
heat
from
the
piles
was
thrown
through
the
worms
bathed
in
the
liquid
.
In
a
few
minutes
this
water
reached
100
°
.
It
was
directed
towards
the
pumps
,
while
fresh
water
replaced
it
in
proportion
.
The
heat
developed
by
the
troughs
was
such
that
cold
water
,
drawn
up
from
the
sea
after
only
having
gone
through
the
machines
,
came
boiling
into
the
body
of
the
pump
.
The
injection
was
begun
,
and
three
hours
after
the
thermometer
marked
6
°
below
zero
outside
.
One
degree
was
gained
.
Two
hours
later
the
thermometer
only
marked
4
°
.
"
We
shall
succeed
,
"
I
said
to
the
Captain
,
after
having
anxiously
watched
the
result
of
the
operation
.
"
I
think
,
"
he
answered
,
"
that
we
shall
not
be
crushed
.
We
have
no
more
suffocation
to
fear
.
"
During
the
night
the
temperature
of
the
water
rose
to
1
°
below
zero
.
The
injections
could
not
carry
it
to
a
higher
point
.
But
,
as
the
congelation
of
the
sea-water
produces
at
least
2
°
,
I
was
at
least
reassured
against
the
dangers
of
solidification
.
The
next
day
,
March
27th
,
six
yards
of
ice
had
been
cleared
,
twelve
feet
only
remaining
to
be
cleared
away
.
There
was
yet
forty-eight
hours
'
work
.
The
air
could
not
be
renewed
in
the
interior
of
the
Nautilus
.
And
this
day
would
make
it
worse
.
An
intolerable
weight
oppressed
me
.
Towards
three
o’clock
in
the
evening
this
feeling
rose
to
a
violent
degree
.
Yawns
dislocated
my
jaws
.
My
lungs
panted
as
they
inhaled
this
burning
fluid
,
which
became
rarefied
more
and
more
.
A
moral
torpor
took
hold
of
me
.
I
was
powerless
,
almost
unconscious
.
My
brave
Conseil
,
though
exhibiting
the
same
symptoms
and
suffering
in
the
same
manner
,
never
left
me
.
He
took
my
hand
and
encouraged
me
,
and
I
heard
him
murmur
,
"
Oh
!
if
I
could
only
not
breathe
,
so
as
to
leave
more
air
for
my
master
!
"
