Aronnax left the room, and Nemo turned to the organ slowly.
He couldn't play it. It would do too much damage, and he needed to save the damage for the important time. He would content himself with looking at it, then. The damned organ. So there was no touching that, and looking out the window at the beautiful sea did not make him happy, and Aronnax did not please him. There was only waiting left.
He rested his hand carefully on the grey book, which Aronnax had left on the table. He had been too fond of Aronnax. Perhaps he was punished for it.
"'I have one part in my heart that sorrows yet for thee'," he murmured, and went again to the window. He could look at something that did not make him happy, just as a man could easily love someone who did not please him.
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