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"
Mr.
Fogg
,
"
said
Aouda
,
rising
and
seizing
his
hand
,
"
do
you
wish
at
once
a
kinswoman
and
friend
?
Will
you
have
me
for
your
wife
?
"
Mr.
Fogg
,
at
this
,
rose
in
his
turn
.
There
was
an
unwonted
light
in
his
eyes
,
and
a
slight
trembling
of
his
lips
.
Aouda
looked
into
his
face
.
The
sincerity
,
rectitude
,
firmness
,
and
sweetness
of
this
soft
glance
of
a
noble
woman
,
who
could
dare
all
to
save
him
to
whom
she
owed
all
,
at
first
astonished
,
then
penetrated
him
.
He
shut
his
eyes
for
an
instant
,
as
if
to
avoid
her
look
.
When
he
opened
them
again
,
"
I
love
you
!
"
he
said
,
simply
.
"
Yes
,
by
all
that
is
holiest
,
I
love
you
,
and
I
am
entirely
yours
!
"
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"
Ah
!
"
cried
Aouda
,
pressing
his
hand
to
her
heart
.
Passepartout
was
summoned
and
appeared
immediately
.
Mr.
Fogg
still
held
Aouda
's
hand
in
his
own
;
Passepartout
understood
,
and
his
big
,
round
face
became
as
radiant
as
the
tropical
sun
at
its
zenith
.
Mr.
Fogg
asked
him
if
it
was
not
too
late
to
notify
the
Reverend
Samuel
Wilson
,
of
Marylebone
parish
,
that
evening
.
Passepartout
smiled
his
most
genial
smile
,
and
said
,
"
Never
too
late
.
"
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It
was
five
minutes
past
eight
.
"
Will
it
be
for
to-morrow
,
Monday
?
"
"
For
to-morrow
,
Monday
,
"
said
Mr.
Fogg
,
turning
to
Aouda
.