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Chapter 9. The Tantrums of Ned Land

           "Quiteso,MasterLand;itwastakingbreath."

           "Only,Mr.Aronnax,Ihavenoideawhato’clockitis,unlessitisdinner-time."

           "Dinner-time!mygoodfellow?Sayratherbreakfast-time,forwecertainlyhavebegunanotherday."

           "So,"saidConseil,"wehaveslepttwenty-fourhours?"

           "Thatismyopinion."

           "Iwillnotcontradictyou,"repliedNedLand."But,dinnerorbreakfast,thestewardwillbewelcome,whicheverhebrings."

           "MasterLand,wemustconformtotherulesonboard,andIsupposeourappetitesareinadvanceofthedinnerhour."

           "Thatisjustlikeyou,friendConseil,"saidNed,impatiently."Youareneveroutoftemper,alwayscalm;youwouldreturnthanksbeforegrace,anddieofhungerratherthancomplain!"

           Timewasgettingon,andwewerefearfullyhungry;andthistimethestewarddidnotappear.Itwasrathertoolongtoleaveus,iftheyreallyhadgoodintentionstowardsus.NedLand,tormentedbythecravingsofhunger,gotstillmoreangry;and,notwithstandinghispromise,Idreadedanexplosionwhenhefoundhimselfwithoneofthecrew.

           FortwohoursmoreNedLand’stemperincreased;hecried,heshouted,butinvain.Thewallsweredeaf.

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