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20 lines
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- I looked at Monsieur Fogg
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* ... and I could contain myself no longer.<st>Continues the story.</st>
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'What is the purpose of our journey, Monsieur?'
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'A wager,' he replied.
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* * 'A wager!'[] I returned.
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He nodded.
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* * * 'But surely that is foolishness!'
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* * * 'A most serious matter then!'
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- - - He nodded again.
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* * * 'But can we win?'
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'That is what we will endeavour to find out,' he answered.
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* * * 'A modest wager, I trust?'
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'Twenty thousand pounds,' he replied, quite flatly.
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* * * I asked nothing further of him then[.], and after a final, polite cough, he offered nothing more to me. <>
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* * 'Ah[.'],' I replied, uncertain what I thought.
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- - After that, <>
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* ... but I said nothing<st>Ends the story</st>[] and <>
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- we passed the day in silence.
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- -> END
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