Today we boarded the train for Paris from London. Mr. Fogg stayed in his corner and Passepartout mainly sat there with a stupefied look, clasping onto the carpet-bag with the money in it. The sights were new to me, so I was kept busy and did not trouble them. I mostly looked at the scenery, for I had not been much abroad, hence the reason I ventured with Phileas on this journey. Apart from that not much has happened.
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