'I do,' answered Cyrus Harding, 'and also that of this wonderful submarine vessel-' 'The 'Nautilus'?' said the captain, with a faint smile. 'You know the name I formerly bore, sir?' he asked. The captain had resumed his position on the divan, and leaning on his arm, he regarded the engineer, seated near him.

Before them they beheld that being whom they had styled the 'genius of the island,' the powerful protector whose intervention, in so many circumstances, had been so efficacious, the benefactor to whom they owed such a debt of gratitude! Their eyes beheld a man only, and a man at the point of death, where Pencroft and Neb had expected to find an almost supernatural being!īut how happened it that Cyrus Harding had recognized Captain Nemo? why had the latter so suddenly risen on hearing this name uttered, a name which he had believed known to none?. Meanwhile Captain Nemo withdrew his hand, and motioned the engineer and the reporter to be seated.Īll regarded him with profound emotion. Ayrton, Pencroft, Herbert, and Neb stood respectfully apart in an angle of the magnificent saloon, whose atmosphere was saturated with the electric fluid. 'After all, what matters now?' he murmured 'I am dying!' Cyrus Harding drew near the captain, and Gideon Spilett took his hand-it was of a feverish heat. Then, falling back amid the pillows of the divan,. 'Sir, I have no name.' 'Nevertheless, I know you!' replied Cyrus Harding.Ĭaptain Nemo fixed his penetrating gaze upon the engineer, as though he were about to annihilate him. It was evident that his strength had been gradually undermined by illness, but his voice seemed yet powerful, as he said in English, and in a tone which evinced extreme surprise,. His hand rested upon the cushion of the divan from which he had just risen. At these words the reclining figure rose, and the electric light fell upon his countenance a magnificent head, the forehead high, the glance commanding, beard white, hair abundant and falling over the shoulders.

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