XXXV
A room in the house in Saville Row was set apart for Aouda...
-> Uni samber in dom es pas distinge pro Auda.
The night passed.
-> Noktu paso pas.
About half-past seven in the evening Mr. Fogg sent to know if Aouda would receive him...
-> Peri 19:30, andro Fog espedi pas, pro kones, si Auda desir optik ili.
Mr. Fogg. “When I decided to bring you far away from the country which was so unsafe for you, I was rich, and counted on putting a portion of my fortune at your disposal... But now I am ruined.”
-> Andro Fog logo pas: "Temkia mi dedus pas, na mi sefal ni eks nasion, na es tak peril pro ni, mi es pas pluto. Mi ide pas, na mi plas parti ot pluto mi pro ni. Sed mi es temdis destruk."
“At least,” said Aouda, “want should not overtake a man like you. Your friends—”
-> Auda logo pas: "Plutone pres futur ne andro omo ni. Filo bitri ni - "
“I have no friends, madam.”
-> "Mi ave filo nul, gine."
“Your relatives—”
-> "Androemo bitri ni - "
“I have no longer any relatives.”
-> Mi ave androemo nul distem."
“Mr. Fogg,” said Aouda, rising and seizing his hand, “do you wish at once a kinswoman and friend? Will you have me for your wife?”
-> Auda logo pas, tem leban auto, e pren mani ili: "Andro Fog, desir suragri ni gineemo e filo? Ave ni mi omo gine ni?"
He said, simply. “Yes, by all that is holiest, I love you, and I am entirely yours!”
-> Ili logo pas simple: "Ia, per nam ot tuta, na es santa, mi filo ni. Mi es ot ni tuta!"
Passepartout was summoned...
-> Pasporto es apela.
Mr. Fogg asked him if it was not too late to notify the Reverend...
-> Andro Fot deman pas, si es ne postetem multitele, pro informa delegadio.
“Will it be for to-morrow, Monday?”
-> "Es futur a saftra, Jurbi?"
“For to-morrow, Monday,” said Mr. Fogg...
-> Andro Fog logo pas: "A saftra, Jurbi."
Passepartout hurried off as fast as his legs could carry him.
-> Pasporto paso pas tak belo, kak skelo ili inergo porta ili.
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