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1 I, I | few paces only from the “old house of stones”—in former
2 I, I | the New Palace over the old Muscovite city, was the
3 I, III | Siberian origin.~His father—old Peter Strogoff, dead ten
4 I, III | of the Irtish, where the old huntsman and she had lived
5 I, III | failed to devote to his old mother. Having been much
6 I, III | empire, he had not seen old Marfa for three years— three
7 I, III | What relations?”~“My old mother.”~The Czar suspended
8 I, IV | teas falling,” answered an old Jew of sullen aspect. “Those
9 I, V | having, in his character of “old believer” of the sect of
10 I, VI | ropes were lowered; the old broken-winded horses of
11 I, VI | where we wish to go,’ that old man said. But ‘the Father’
12 I, VIII| of the steamboat were the old Bohemian and the woman.
13 I, VIII| years of age, wrapped in old cloaks, which covered their
14 I, VIII| been exchanged between the old gypsy and the woman to whom
15 I, VIII| leaving the steamboat.~The old Bohemian was there, in a
16 I, VIII| arched back was bent under an old cloak, wrapped closely round
17 I, VIII| woman about thirty years old. She was tall and well made,
18 I, VIII| Sangarre herself followed the old man and his troop, who had
19 I, VIII| If I were to stop that old fortune teller and his companions
20 I, XI | remembered the look of the old Bohemian at Nijni-Novgorod,
21 I, XI | the gypsy troupe, of the old Tsigane, whose face he had
22 I, XII | him, on one occasion, how old he thought the girl, “What
23 I, XIII| latter, a Siberian of the old type, came directly, and
24 I, XIII| at last spoke to him of old Marfa, and of how unprotected
25 I, XIV | recognized. In the town his old mother only could have called
26 I, XIV | that this traveler was the old Zingari whose words he had
27 I, XIV | My son!”~His mother, the old woman Marfa, was before
28 I, XIV | resemblance deceives you.”~The old Marfa went up to him, and,
29 I, XIV | gone. He did not see his old mother, who had fallen back
30 I, XIV | It is I,” replied the old woman, in a tone so calm,
31 I, XIV | truth, interrogated the old Siberian woman. “Thy name?”
32 I, XIV | Strogoff.”~“Dost thou know, old woman, that I can torture
33 I, XIV | regarded with an evil eye the old woman who braved him to
34 I, XIV | to make her speak, this old sorceress!”~
35 I, XV | Men, women, children, and old men, clad in the skins of
36 I, XVI | ruins of the building, an old man surrounded by weeping
37 I, XVI | a baby but a few months old; shortly she would have
38 I, XVI | Michael approached the old man.~“Will you answer me
39 I, XVI | asked.~“Speak,” replied the old man.~“Have the Tartars passed
40 I, XVI | A rugged woman, that old Siberian, who is evidently
41 I, XVI | will know how to make the old witch speak when the time
42 II, II | which Ogareff wished the old Siberian to speak. Sangarre
43 II, II | when you will force the old woman to speak?”~“It is
44 II, II | Sangarre.”~“When will the old woman speak?”~“When we reach
45 II, II | to the Tartar camp was an old woman, whose taciturnity
46 II, II | the girl was always at the old woman’s side when help was
47 II, II | afforded by the age of the old prisoner.~On the crowd of
48 II, II | could she imagine that this old woman, a prisoner like herself,
49 II, II | fate. This stoicism of the old woman under the daily hardships,
50 II, II | provisions were given out, the old woman would not have moved,
51 II, II | what you have done for my old age!” said Marfa Strogoff
52 II, II | it would seem that the old woman and the girl would
53 II, II | intensely interested the old Siberian. “Nicholas Korpanoff!”
54 II, II | son, my son!” thought the old Siberian. “But you said,
55 II, II | worthy of respect.”~The old woman was silent for a minute.~“
56 II, II | was my son!” exclaimed the old woman, embracing Nadia.~“
57 II, II | about my own son,” said the old woman.~And she added impetuously, “
58 II, II | imperious duty,” said the old Siberian, “of those who
59 II, II | perhaps the last, to his old mother. All that you do
60 II, II | was thus explained to the old Siberian, all, even the
61 II, III | All was understood by the old Siberian, and though the
62 II, III | bones.~As Nadia helped the old Siberian, so in the same
63 II, III | drink in their turn.~The old woman bent over the clear
64 II, III | to run after him, but the old Siberian murmured in her
65 II, III | as usual, watching the old Siberian woman. She had
66 II, III | worn out with fatigue, the old woman and the girl did not
67 II, III | of which stood Marfa.~The old Siberian saw her, and knew
68 II, III | Sangarre, and pushing the old Siberian before her, she
69 II, III | Ogareff.~“Yes,” replied the old Siberian calmly.~“Do you
70 II, III | knout for this wretched old woman—the knout to the death!”~
71 II, IV | Nadia were there also.~The old Siberian, although energetic
72 II, IV | scarcely hold him back. But the old woman rose, and they were
73 II, V | rest upon it . . . !”~The old woman, without uttering
74 II, VI | the door wide open. An old rickety wooden bench stood
75 II, VI | appearance, at least, the old penetrating look appeared
76 II, IX | renew his grief? Was not the old Siberian dead? Had not her
77 II, IX | had led her towards the old prisoner without knowing
78 II, X | several muscular moujiks. An old Baikal boatman took command
79 II, X | his heels. This taciturn old fellow was seated in the
80 II, X | poor moujiks, the women, old men, and children, were
81 II, X | well as the church of the Old Believers, and they were
82 II, X | exhibited at times by the old boatman was concerning the
83 II, X | Angara was signaled by the old boatman, between the high
84 II, X | port and there stopped. The old boatman wished to put into
85 II, X | current of the Angara.~The old boatman did not expect to
86 II, X | directly communicated with the old boatman, and asked a passage
87 II, X | pays here,” replied the old man gravely; “every one
88 II, X | their prayers aloud, and the old boatman, shoving away the
89 II, XI | level of the water. The old boatman crouched down forward
90 II, XI | And creeping up to the old boatman, he pointed out
91 II, XI | suspicious objects.~The old man looked attentively. “
92 II, XI | yells of the Tartars. The old boatman, getting a foothold
93 II, XI | among the blocks of ice. The old boatman stood up, and the
94 II, XI | both listened to what the old boatman and his men were
95 II, XI | God’s will!” answered the old man. “Against His will there
96 II, XII | stuck on the piles of the old bridges; others were swept
97 II, XV | would ever forget.~At Omsk, old Marfa awaited them in the
98 II, XV | called “daughter.” The brave old Siberian, on that day, had
99 II, XV | except to go and see their old mother.~The young courier
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