JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH JULES VERNE CHAPTER 29 THALATTA! THALATTA! 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 29 THALATTA THALATTA When I came to myself I was stretched in half darkness covered withthick coats and blankets. My uncle was watching over me to discoverthe least sign of life. At my first sigh he took my hand when Iopened my eyes he uttered a cry of joy. He lives he lives he cried. Yes I am still alive I answered feebly. My dear nephew said my uncle pressing me to his breast you aresaved. I was deeply touched with the tenderness of his manner as he utteredthese words and still more with the care with which he watched overme. But such trials were wanted to bring out the Professor s tendererqualities. At this moment Hans came he saw my hand in my uncle s and I maysafely say that there was joy in his countenance. _God dag _ said he. How do you do Hans How are you And now uncle tell me where weare at the present moment To-morrow Axel to-morrow. Now you are too faint and weak. I havebandaged your head with compresses which must not be disturbed. Sleepnow and to-morrow I will tell you all. But do tell me what time it is and what day. It is Sunday the 8th of August and it is ten at night. You mustask me no more questions until the 10th. In truth I was very weak and my eyes involuntarily closed. I wanteda good night s rest and I therefore went off to sleep with theknowledge that I had been four long days alone in the heart of theearth. Next morning on awakening I looked round me. My couch made up ofall our travelling gear was in a charming grotto adorned withsplendid stalactites and the soil of which was a fine sand. It washalf light. There was no torch no lamp yet certain mysteriousglimpses of light came from without through a narrow opening in thegrotto. I heard too a vague and indistinct noise something like themurmuring of waves breaking upon a shingly shore and at times Iseemed to hear the whistling of wind. I wondered whether I was awake whether I dreaming whether my brain crazed by my fall was not affected by
