Chapter

 1 I     | advanced and bowed. ~"You are a Frenchman, I believe," asked Phileas
 2 VII   |       your servant?" ~"He is: a Frenchman, named Passepartout." ~"
 3 VII   |         master; besides, he's a Frenchman, and can't help talking.
 4 X     |         exclamations. The agile Frenchman was soon upon his feet again,
 5 XVII  |        his knowing why. Had the Frenchman guessed his real purpose?
 6 XVII  | suspected; somehow or other the Frenchman had found out that he was
 7 XIX   |   bottles of port, to which the Frenchman did ample justice, whilst
 8 XIX   |        hand. ~"What!" cried the Frenchman. "Has Monsieur Fogg dared - 
 9 XIX   |       to go without this cursed Frenchman!" ~And, after paying his
10 XX    |       must have ensued. But the Frenchman did not appear, and, without
11 XXII  |         scene, carried the poor Frenchman down into the second cabin,
12 XXII  |       buy or sell anything. The Frenchman felt himself as much alone
13 XXIII |          That's true. You are a Frenchman, aren't you?" ~"Yes; a Parisian
14 XXIV  |  emotion - that Passepartout, a Frenchman, had really arrived on her
15 XXIV  |    position. Within an hour the Frenchman had cut off his nose and
16 XXVIII|     chances?" ~While the worthy Frenchman was absorbed in the state
17 XXVIII|        show these people that a Frenchman can be as American as they!" ~"
18 XXIX  |     among others the courageous Frenchman, whose devotion had just
19 XXX   |      captors, three of whom the Frenchman had felled with his fists,