Five Weeks in a Balloon by Jules Verne
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the glory as well as the sport!"
"Gentlemen," replied the hunter, stammering with confusion, "I greatly--appreciate--your compliments-- but they--don't--belong to me." "You!" exclaimed every body, "don't you intend to go?" "I am not going!" "You won't accompany Dr. Ferguson?" "Not only shall I not accompany him, but I am here so as to be present at the last moment to prevent his going." Every eye was now turned to the doctor. "Never mind him!" said the latter, calmly. "This is a matter that we can't argue with him. At heart he knows perfectly well that he IS going." "By Saint Andrew!" said Kennedy, "I swear--" "Swear to nothing, friend Dick; you have been ganged and weighed--you and your powder, your guns, and your bullets; so don't let us say anything more about it." And, in fact, from that day until the arrival at Zanzibar, Dick never opened his mouth. He talked neither about that nor about anything else. He kept absolutely silent. |
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