Passepartout continually ascended and descended the stairs.

The hours were long for him.

He listened at his master's door, and looked through the keyhole, as if he had a perfect right so to do, and as if he feared that something terrible might happen at any moment.
Sometimes he thought of Fix, but no longer in anger.

Fix, like all the world, had been mistaken in Phileas Fogg, and had only done his duty in tracking and arresting him; while he, Passepartout.

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