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A puzzled grin overspread Pass putouts round face; deafly he had not comprehended his master. Monsieur is going to leave home？ Yes, returned Phi leas Fog. We are going round the world. Passé partout opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, held up his hands, and seemed about to collapse, so overcome was he with stupefied astonishment. Round the world！ he murmured. In eighty days, responded Mr. Fogy. So we haven’t moment to lose. But the trunks？ gasped Passé partout, unconsciously swaying his head from right to left. Well have no trunks; only a carpet-bag, with two shirts and three pairs of stockings for me, and the same for you. Well buy our clothes on the way. Bring down my mackintosh and traveling-cloak, and some stout shoes, though we shall do little walking. Make haste！ Passport out tried to reply, but could not. He went out, mounted to his own room, fell into a chair, and muttered: That’s good, that is I And I, who wanted to remain quiet！ He mechanically set about making the preparations fordeparture. Around the world in eighty days！ Was his master fool！ Was this a joke, then？