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One hundred and fifty-three degrees had been the maximum temperature above the ice stratum. Would it stop at this point again, or would it continue its merciless climb? We knew that there was no hope, and yet with the persistence of life itself we continued to hope against practical certainty.
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Already the air tanks were at low ebb--there was barely enough of the precious gases to sustain us for another twelve hours. But would we be alive to know or care? It seemed incredible.
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At four hundred and twenty miles I took another reading.
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"Perry!" I shouted. "Perry, man! She's going down! She's going down! She's 152 degrees again."
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"Gad!" he cried. "What can it mean? Can the earth be cold at the center?"
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"I do not know, Perry," I answered; "but thank God, if I am to die it shall not be by fire--that is all that I have feared.
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