JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH JULES VERNE CHAPTER 21 COMPASSION FUSES THE PROFESSOR'S HEART Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nang cao. Nhằm giúp các em và các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH JULES VERNE CHAPTER 21 COMPASSION FUSES THE PROFESSOR S HEART Next day we started early. We had to hasten forward. It was a threedays march to the cross roads. I will not speak of the sufferings we endured in our return. My unclebore them with the angry impatience of a man obliged to own hisweakness Hans with the resignation of his passive nature I Iconfess with complaints and expressions of despair. I had no spiritto oppose this ill fortune. As I had foretold the water failed entirely by the end of the firstday s retrograde march. Our fluid aliment was now nothing but gin but this infernal fluid burned my throat and I could not even endurethe sight of it. I found the temperature and the air paralysed my limbs. More than once I dropped down there was a halt and my uncle and the Icelander did their bestto restore me. But I saw that the former was struggling painfullyagainst excessive fatigue and the tortures of thirst. At last on Tuesday July 8 we arrived on our hands and knees andhalf dead at the junction of the two roads. There I dropped like alifeless lump extended on the lava soil. It was ten in the morning. Hans and my uncle clinging to the wall tried to nibble a few bitsof biscuit. Long moans escaped from my swollen lips. After some time my uncle approached me and raised me in his arms. Poor boy said he in genuine tones of compassion. I was touched with these words not being accustomed to see theexcitable Professor in a softened mood. I grasped his trembling handsin mine. He let me hold them and looked at me. His eyes weremoistened. Then I saw him take the flask that was hanging at his side. To myamazement he placed it on my lips. Drink said he. Had I heard him Was my uncle beside himself I stared at himstupidly and felt as if I could not understand him. Drink he said again. And raising his flask he emptied it every drop between my lips. Oh infinite pleasure a slender sip of water came to .
