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“Don’t you be alarmed, M. Aronnax,” replied the Canadian, “and pull strong. I only ask for twenty-five minutes to offer you a meal of my providing.”

At half-past eight the launch ran gently upon a sandy beach, having safely traversed the coral-studded sea which washes the island of Gueboroar.

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