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He
bore
his
misfortune
with
his
habitual
tranquillity
.
Ruined
!
And
by
the
blundering
of
the
detective
!
After
having
steadily
traversed
that
long
journey
,
overcome
a
hundred
obstacles
,
braved
many
dangers
,
and
still
found
time
to
do
some
good
on
his
way
,
to
fail
near
the
goal
by
a
sudden
event
which
he
could
not
have
foreseen
,
and
against
which
he
was
unarmed
;
it
was
terrible
!
But
a
few
pounds
were
left
of
the
large
sum
he
had
carried
with
him
.
There
only
remained
of
his
fortune
the
twenty
thousand
pounds
deposited
at
Barings
,
and
this
amount
he
owed
to
his
friends
of
the
Reform
Club
.
So
great
had
been
the
expense
of
his
tour
that
,
even
had
he
won
,
it
would
not
have
enriched
him
;
and
it
is
probable
that
he
had
not
sought
to
enrich
himself
,
being
a
man
who
rather
laid
wagers
for
honour
's
sake
than
for
the
stake
proposed
.
But
this
wager
totally
ruined
him
.
Mr.
Fogg
's
course
,
however
,
was
fully
decided
upon
;
he
knew
what
remained
for
him
to
do
.
A
room
in
the
house
in
Saville
Row
was
set
apart
for
Aouda
,
who
was
overwhelmed
with
grief
at
her
protector
's
misfortune
.
From
the
words
which
Mr.
Fogg
dropped
,
she
saw
that
he
was
meditating
some
serious
project
.
Knowing
that
Englishmen
governed
by
a
fixed
idea
sometimes
resort
to
the
desperate
expedient
of
suicide
,
Passepartout
kept
a
narrow
watch
upon
his
master
,
though
he
carefully
concealed
the
appearance
of
so
doing
.
First
of
all
,
the
worthy
fellow
had
gone
up
to
his
room
,
and
had
extinguished
the
gas
burner
,
which
had
been
burning
for
eighty
days
.
He
had
found
in
the
letter-box
a
bill
from
the
gas
company
,
and
he
thought
it
more
than
time
to
put
a
stop
to
this
expense
,
which
he
had
been
doomed
to
bear
.
The
night
passed
.
Mr.
Fogg
went
to
bed
,
but
did
he
sleep
?
Aouda
did
not
once
close
her
eyes
.
Passepartout
watched
all
night
,
like
a
faithful
dog
,
at
his
master
's
door
.
Mr.
Fogg
called
him
in
the
morning
,
and
told
him
to
get
Aouda
's
breakfast
,
and
a
cup
of
tea
and
a
chop
for
himself
.
He
desired
Aouda
to
excuse
him
from
breakfast
and
dinner
,
as
his
time
would
be
absorbed
all
day
in
putting
his
affairs
to
rights
.
In
the
evening
he
would
ask
permission
to
have
a
few
moment
's
conversation
with
the
young
lady
.
Passepartout
,
having
received
his
orders
,
had
nothing
to
do
but
obey
them
.
He
looked
at
his
imperturbable
master
,
and
could
scarcely
bring
his
mind
to
leave
him
.
His
heart
was
full
,
and
his
conscience
tortured
by
remorse
;
for
he
accused
himself
more
bitterly
than
ever
of
being
the
cause
of
the
irretrievable
disaster
.
Yes
!
if
he
had
warned
Mr.
Fogg
,
and
had
betrayed
Fix
's
projects
to
him
,
his
master
would
certainly
not
have
given
the
detective
passage
to
Liverpool
,
and
then
--
Passepartout
could
hold
in
no
longer
.
"
My
master
!
Mr.
Fogg
!
"
he
cried
,
"
why
do
you
not
curse
me
?
It
was
my
fault
that
--
"
