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Phileas Fogg, as self-composed as if the judgment did not in the least concern him, did not even lift his eyebrows while it was being pronounced. \u00a0Just as the clerk was calling the next case, he rose, and said, “I offer bail.”<\/p>\n

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Fix saw them leave the carriage and push off in a boat for the steamer, and stamped his feet with disappointment. Eleven o’clock was striking; Mr. Fogg was an hour in advance of time.<\/p>\n

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“I will pay it at once,” said Mr. Fogg, taking a roll of bank-bills from the carpet-bag, which Passepartout had by him, and placing them on the clerk’s desk. “This sum will be restored to you upon your release from prison,” said the judge. \u00a0“Meanwhile, you are liberated on bail<\/strong>.” “Come!” said Phileas Fogg to his servant. “But let them at least give me back my shoes!<\/a>” cried Passepartout angrily. “Ah, these are pretty dear shoes!” he muttered, as they were handed to him. \u00a0“More than a thousand pounds apiece; besides, they pinch my feet.”<\/p>\n

Mr. Fogg, offering his arm to Aouda, then departed, followed by the crestfallen Passepartout.<\/p>\n