Robur the Conqueror by Jules Verne
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"A watch of the Wheelton Watch Company!" exclaimed Phil Evans. Whatever might be the reason, there was no doubt that the day was breaking. Gradually the window became white in the deep darkness of the cell. However, if the dawn appeared sooner than the fortieth parallel permitted, it did not advance with the rapidity peculiar to lower latitudes. This was another observation--of Uncle Prudent's - a new inexplicable phenomenon. "Couldn't we get up to the window and see where we are?" "We might," said Uncle Prudent. "Frycollin, get up!" The Negro arose. "Put your back against the wall," continued Prudent, "and you, Evans, get on his shoulders while I buttress him up." "Right!" said Evans. An instant afterwards his knees were on Frycollin's shoulders, and his eyes were level with the window. The window was not of lenticular glass like those on shipboard, but was a simple flat pane. It was small, and Phil Evans found his range of view was much limited. "Break the glass," said Prudent, "and perhaps you will be able to see better." Phil Evans gave it a sharp knock with the handle of his bowie-knife. |
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