This ship is a masterpiece of modern industry, and I should be sorry not to have seen it.

Many people would accept the situation forced upon us, if only to move amongst such wonders.

So be quiet and let us try and see what passes around us." "See!" exclaimed the harpooner, "but we can see nothing in this iron prison! We are walking--we are sailing--blindly." Ned Land had scarcely pronounced these words when all was suddenly darkness.

The luminous ceiling was gone, and so rapidly that my eyes received a painful impression.
We remained mute, not stirring, and not knowing what surprise awaited us, whether agreeable or disagreeable.

A sliding noise was heard: one would have said that panels were working at the sides of the Nautilus.
"It is the end of the end!" said Ned Land.
Suddenly light broke at each side of the saloon, through two oblong openings.