[Xpp-general] Ay," continued the Frenchman, "if you

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, friend Ardan," replied Barbican, "I have been watching
the thermometer carefully for the last few minutes, and, though
we are at present at 38 deg. centigrade, or 100 deg. Fahrenheit, I
have noticed that the mercury is slowly falling. You can also easily
remark for yourself that the floor of the Projectile is turning away
more and more from the lunar surface. From this I conclude quite
confidently, and I see that the Captain agrees with me, that all
danger of death from intense heat, though decidedly alarming ten
minutes ago, is over
for the present and, for some time at least, it may be dismissed from
further
consideration." "I'm not very sorry for it," said Ardan cheerfully;
"neither to be baked like a

pie in an oven nor
roasted like a fat goose before a fire is the kind of death I should
like
to die of." "Yet from

such a death you would suffer no more than your friends the Selenites
are exposed to every day of their lives," said the
Captain, evidently determined on getting up an argument. "I understand
the full bearing of your allusion, my dear Captain," replied Ardan
quickly, but not at all
in a tone showing that he was disposed to second M'Nicholl