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Mr Phileas Fogg lived, in 1872, at No. 7, Saville oil filterRow, Burlington Gardens, the house in which Sheridan died in 1814. He was one of the most noticeable members of the Reform Club, though he seemed always to avoid attracting attention; an enigmatical personage, about whom little was known, Coffee tableexcept that he was a polished man of the world. People said that he resembled Byron, - at least thatpneumatic actuatorhis head was Byronic; but he was a bearded, tranquil Byron, who might live on a thousand years without growing old.

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MR. BENNET had very often wished, before this pfuel filtereriod of his life, that, instead of spending his whole income, he had laid by an annual sum for the better provision of his children, and of his wife, if she survived him. He now wished it more than ever. Had he donquilting machinee his duty in that respect, Lydia need not have been indebted to her uncle for whatever of honour or credit could now be purchased for her. The satisfaction of prevailing Dining chairon one of the most worthless young men in Great Britain to be her husband might then have rested in its proper place.

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