"Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail." "Come!" said Phileas Fogg to his servant.
"But let them at least give me back my shoes!" cried Passepartout angrily.
"Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!" he muttered, as they were handed to him.

"More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet." Mr.Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed by the crestfallen Passepartout.

Fix still nourished hopes that the robber would not, after all, leave the two thousand pounds behind him, but would decide to serve out his week in jail, and issued forth on Mr.
Fogg's traces.

That gentleman took a carriage, and the party were soon landed on one of the quays.
The Rangoon was moored half a mile off in the harbour, its signal of departure hoisted at the mast-head.

Eleven o'clock was striking; Mr.
Fogg was an hour in advance of time.