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English[en]
The soul of a flower is its scent, and those splendid water plants, flowers of the sea, have We had arrived at the foot of a sturdy clump of dragon trees, which were splitting the rocks with exertions of their muscular roots, when Ned Land exclaimed:
Spanish[es]
El perfume es el alma de la flor y las flores de mar, esos espléndidos hidrófitos, no tienen alma. Habíamos llegado al pie de unos dragos robustos que separaban las rocas con la fuerza de sus musculosas raíces, cuando Ned Land lanzó un grito jubiloso: