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The
sails
and
the
English
flag
were
hoisted
at
ten
minutes
past
three
.
Mr.
Fogg
and
Aouda
,
who
were
seated
on
deck
,
cast
a
last
glance
at
the
quay
,
in
the
hope
of
espying
Passepartout
.
Fix
was
not
without
his
fears
lest
chance
should
direct
the
steps
of
the
unfortunate
servant
,
whom
he
had
so
badly
treated
,
in
this
direction
;
in
which
case
an
explanation
the
reverse
of
satisfactory
to
the
detective
must
have
ensued
.
But
the
Frenchman
did
not
appear
,
and
,
without
doubt
,
was
still
lying
under
the
stupefying
influence
of
the
opium
.
John
Bunsby
,
master
,
at
length
gave
the
order
to
start
,
and
the
Tankadere
,
taking
the
wind
under
her
brigantine
,
foresail
,
and
standing-jib
,
bounded
briskly
forward
over
the
waves
.
This
voyage
of
eight
hundred
miles
was
a
perilous
venture
on
a
craft
of
twenty
tons
,
and
at
that
season
of
the
year
.
The
Chinese
seas
are
usually
boisterous
,
subject
to
terrible
gales
of
wind
,
and
especially
during
the
equinoxes
;
and
it
was
now
early
November
.
It
would
clearly
have
been
to
the
master
's
advantage
to
carry
his
passengers
to
Yokohama
,
since
he
was
paid
a
certain
sum
per
day
;
but
he
would
have
been
rash
to
attempt
such
a
voyage
,
and
it
was
imprudent
even
to
attempt
to
reach
Shanghai
.
But
John
Bunsby
believed
in
the
Tankadere
,
which
rode
on
the
waves
like
a
seagull
;
and
perhaps
he
was
not
wrong
.
Late
in
the
day
they
passed
through
the
capricious
channels
of
Hong
Kong
,
and
the
Tankadere
,
impelled
by
favourable
winds
,
conducted
herself
admirably
.
"
I
do
not
need
,
pilot
,
"
said
Phileas
Fogg
,
when
they
got
into
the
open
sea
,
"
to
advise
you
to
use
all
possible
speed
.
"
"
Trust
me
,
your
honour
.
We
are
carrying
all
the
sail
the
wind
will
let
us
.
The
poles
would
add
nothing
,
and
are
only
used
when
we
are
going
into
port
.
"
"
Its
your
trade
,
not
mine
,
pilot
,
and
I
confide
in
you
.
"
Phileas
Fogg
,
with
body
erect
and
legs
wide
apart
,
standing
like
a
sailor
,
gazed
without
staggering
at
the
swelling
waters
.
The
young
woman
,
who
was
seated
aft
,
was
profoundly
affected
as
she
looked
out
upon
the
ocean
,
darkening
now
with
the
twilight
,
on
which
she
had
ventured
in
so
frail
a
vessel
.
Above
her
head
rustled
the
white
sails
,
which
seemed
like
great
white
wings
.
The
boat
,
carried
forward
by
the
wind
,
seemed
to
be
flying
in
the
air
.
Night
came
.
The
moon
was
entering
her
first
quarter
,
and
her
insufficient
light
would
soon
die
out
in
the
mist
on
the
horizon
.
Clouds
were
rising
from
the
east
,
and
already
overcast
a
part
of
the
heavens
.
