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What was her astonishment to find herself
in this carriage, on the railway, dressed in European habiliments,
and with travellers who were quite strangers to her! Her companions
first set about fully reviving her with a little liquor,
and then Sir Francis narrated to her what had passed,
dwelling upon the courage with which Phileas Fogg
had not hesitated to risk his life to save her, and recounting
the happy sequel of the venture, the result of Passepartout's rash idea.
Mr. Fogg said nothing; while Passepartout, abashed, kept repeating that
"it wasn't worth telling."

Aouda pathetically thanked her deliverers, rather with tears
than words; her fine eyes interpreted her gratitude better
than her lips. Then, as her thoughts strayed back to the scene
of the sacrifice, and recalled the dangers which still menaced her,
she shuddered with terror.

Phileas Fogg understood what was passing in Aouda's mind, and offered,
in order to reassure her, to escort her to Hong Kong, where she might remain
safely until the affair was hushed up--an offer which she eagerly
and gratefully accepted. She had, it seems, a Parsee relation,
who was one of the principal merchants of Hong Kong, which is wholly
an English city, though on an island on the Chinese coast.

At half-past twelve the train stopped at Benares. The Brahmin legends
assert that this city is built on the site of the ancient Casi, which,
like Mahomet's tomb, was once suspended between heaven and earth;
though the Benares of to-day, which the Orientalists call the Athens of India,
stands quite unpoetically on the solid earth, Passepartout caught glimpses
of its brick houses and clay huts, giving an aspect of desolation to the place,
as the train entered it.

Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's destination, the troops he
was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the city.
He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success,
and expressing the hope that he would come that way again
in a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly
pressed him by the hand. The parting of Aouda, who did not forget
what she owed to Sir Francis, betrayed more warmth; and, as for
Passepartout, he received a hearty shake of the hand from the
gallant general.

The railway, on leaving Benares, passed for a while along the
valley of the Ganges. Through the windows of their carriage
the travellers had glimpses of the diversified landscape of Behar,
with its mountains clothed in verdure, its fields of barley,
wheat, and corn, its jungles peopled with green alligators,
its neat villages, and its still thickly-leaved forests.
Elephants were bathing in the waters of the sacred river,
and groups of Indians, despite the advanced season and chilly air,
were performing solemnly their pious ablutions. These were
fervent Brahmins, the bitterest foes of Buddhism, their deities
being Vishnu, the solar god, Shiva, the divine impersonation of
natural forces, and Brahma, the supreme ruler of priests and legislators.

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