and in contending against inevitable progress. It is one of those errors which some admire, others blame; which God alone can judge. He who is mistaken in an action which he sincerely believes to be right may be an enemy, but retains our esteem. Your error is one that we may admire, and your name has nothing to fear from the judgment of history, which does not condemn heroic folly, but its results."
The old man's breast swelled with emotion, and raising his hand to heaven,--
"Was I wrong, or in the right?" he murmured.
Cyrus Harding replied, "All great actions return to God, from whom they are derived. Captain Nemo, we, whom you have succored, shall ever mourn your loss."
Herbert, who had drawn near the captain, fell on his knees and kissed his hand.
A tear glistened in the eyes of the dying man. "My child," he said, "may God bless you!"
Lying on the couch after hearing, stood up. Electric light in his face, his dignified appearance, high forehead, piercing eyes, white beard and hair are many and long,
MBT Kafala, almost down to the shoulder.
He stood up on the couch, one hand still insisted on back. His attitude is very quiet. See, his strength has been gradually weakened due to illness was. But his voice still loud, he was surprised with the tone, saying the United Kingdom if:
"Sir,
Puma Sprint, I did not name. "
"But I know you! "Cyrus Smith said.
Captain Nemo looks at engineers with a sharp, as if to swallow him like.
Then he leaned up a couch cushion.
"Forget it! Nothing to do now,
coach purses! "He murmured," Anyway, I'm dying! "
Captain Cyrus Smith walked around, Gideon Spilett held his hand - from the hand of the temperature can know, he had a high fever. Ayrton, Pencroft, Herbert, and Nablus in the far corner stood respectfully
. The hall was filled with luxurious bright electric lights.
At this time Captain Nemo hand drew back, made a gesture to teach engineers and correspondents sit down.
Everyone was deeply moved by watching him. In front of them all is to be known as