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Jules Verne
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November 4 - November 4, 2025
When our good Martha wanted to go to Market, she found the door locked. The big key was gone. Who could have taken it out? Assuredly, it was my uncle, when he returned the night before from his hurried walk.
He gave them no way to leave the house, if he decided to work without eating, then they wouldn’t be eating. Can we say narcissist.
He tried hard to put on an innocent little expression of simplicity; but it looked like a diabolical grin.
The ice king certainly held court here, and gave us all night long samples of what he could do.
“Yes,” he said, “a draught of water; but it is the very last—you hear!—the last. I had kept it as a precious treasure at the bottom of my flask. Twenty times, nay, a hundred times, have I fought against a frightful impulse to drink it off. But no, Axel, I kept it for you.”

