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Chapter 4
Chapter 4 Having won twenty guineas at whist, and taken leave of his friends, Phileas Fogg, at twenty-five minutes past seven, left the Reform Club. Passepartout, who had conscientiously studied the programme of his duties, was more than surprised to see his master guilty of the inexactness of appearing at this unaccustomed hour; for, according to rule, he was not due in Saville Row until precisely midnight. Mr. Fogg repaired to his bedroom, and called out, “Passepartout!” Passepartout did not reply. It could not be he who was called; it was not the right hour. “Passepartout!” repeated Mr. Fogg, without raising his voice. Passepartout made his appearance. “I’ve called you twice,” observed his master. “But it is not midnight,” responded the other, showing his watch. “I know it; I d
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