"Jules Vernes - An Express of the Future" - читать интересную книгу автора (Verne Jules)

At the end of about an hour, a sense of freshness upon my forehead suddenly aroused me from the torpor into
which I had sunk by degrees.

I raised my hand to my brow: it was moist.

Moist! Why was that? Had the tube burst under pressure of the watersa pressure which could not but be
formidable, since it increases at the rate of "an atmosphere" every ten metres of depth? Had the ocean broken
in upon us?

Fear seized upon me. Terrified, I tried to call outandand I found myself in my garden, generously
sprinkled by a driving rain, the big drops of which had awakened me. I had simply fallen asleep while reading
the article devoted by an American journalist to the fantastic projects of Colonel Piercewho, also, I much
fear, has only dreamed.




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