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 I entered his room; it had an austere appearance, almost monkish. An iron bedstead, a work-table, and some toilette furniture. The light was dim. There was nothing “cosy” about it; what was necessary was there, but nothing more.

Captain Nemo pointed to a seat.

“Won’t you sit down,” he said.

I sat down, and he addressed me as follows: