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“It is enough to break one’s heart!” said Gideon Spilett, one day. “Yes, Spilett,” answered the engineer. “May God grant us the time to complete this vessel, now our sole refuge!” “Do not you think, Cyrus, that the violence of the eruption has somewhat lessened? The volcano still vomits forth lava, but somewhat less abundantly, if I mistake not.” “It matters little,” answered Cyrus Harding. “The fire is still burning in the interior of the mountain, and the sea may break in at any moment. We are in the condition of passengers whose ship is devoured by a conflagration which they cannot extinguish, and who know that sooner or later the flames must reach the powder-magazine. To work, Spilett, to work, and let us not lose an hour!” During eight days more, that is to say until the 7th of Fe