Jules Verne

19 Königstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the oldest portion of the city of Hamburg.

young Virlandaise of seventeen, Martha, and myself. As his nephew and an orphan, I became his laboratory assistant.

which was al­ways flush.

“A true Eng­lish­man doesn’t joke when he is talk­ing about so ser­i­ous a thing as a wager,” replied Phileas Fogg, sol­emnly.

an as­tro­nom­ical clock, dir­ec­ted his steps to the pass­port of­fice. As for the won­ders of Bom­bay—its fam­ous city hall, its splen­did lib­rary,

The ele­phant, which its owner had reared, not for a beast of bur­den, but for war­like pur­poses, was half do­mest­ic­ated.

bol­ster­ing

dis­cord­ant

sump­tu­ous­ness

icy ex­ter­ior