Book,  Chapter

1        I,  VI  |    rushed into his mind. “Poor child!” he thought to himself. “
2        I,  IX  |    Siberian, and, when quite a child, I used to follow my father
3        I,  XIII|    times I myself, when a mere child, have accompanied them across
4        I,  XIV |       This young man is not my child. He had not his voice. Let
5       II,  II  |      to the bottom of this, my child. Your companion, your friend,
6       II,  II  | herself with saying, “Hope, my child! Misfortune will not overwhelm
7       II,  II  |  companion to perish. Hope, my child, hope! Do as I do. The mourning
8       II,  IX  |        are quite done up, poor child,” he said sometimes.~“No,”