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If to live in this style is to be eccentric, it must be confessed that there is something good in eccentricity.
“This is just what I wanted! Ah, we shall get on together, Mr. Fogg and I! What a domestic and regular gentleman! A real machine; well, I don’t mind serving a machine.”
“A true Englishman doesn’t joke when he is talking about so serious a thing as a wager,”
“In eighty days; on Saturday, the 21st of December, 1872, at a quarter before nine p.m. Good-bye, gentlemen.”
“If the thing is feasible, the first to do it ought to be an Englishman.”
The mysterious habits of Phileas Fogg were recalled; his solitary ways, his sudden departure; and it seemed clear that, in undertaking a tour round the world on the pretext of a wager, he had had no other end in view than to elude the detectives, and throw them off his track.
Fellows who have rascally faces have only one course to take, and that is to remain honest;
“I regulate my watch? Never!” “Well, then, it will not agree with the sun.” “So much the worse for the sun, monsieur. The sun will be wrong, then!”
Always the same impassible member of the Reform Club, whom no incident could surprise, as unvarying as the ship’s chronometers, and
Everybody knows that the great reversed triangle of land, with its base in the north and its apex in the south, which is called India, embraces fourteen hundred thousand square miles, upon which is spread unequally a population of one hundred and eighty millions of souls.
“Save the woman, Mr. Fogg!” “I have yet twelve hours to spare; I can devote them to that.” “Why, you are a man of heart!” “Sometimes,” replied Phileas Fogg, quietly; “when I have the time.”
