Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  III |          huntsman brought up his son Michael to endure hardship.
 2        I,  III |     scratch. From that time, his son Michael, aged eleven years,
 3        I,  III |          long together. When her son left her, he went away with
 4        I,  IV  |          Jew.~“Faith, no, worthy son of Abraham! I sell neither
 5        I,  XIII|        sufficient to explain her son’s impatience to get to her.~
 6        I,  XIII|       than that which unites the son to the mother.”~Nadia was
 7        I,  XIV |           CHAPTER XIV MOTHER AND SON~OMSK is the official capital
 8        I,  XIV |         rushed into his ear: “My son!”~His mother, the old woman
 9        I,  XIV |       known in the town that the son of Marfa Strogoff belonged
10        I,  XIV |          said, “Thou art not the son of Peter and Marfa Strogoff?”~
11        I,  XIV |        Michael. I never was your son! I am Nicholas Korpanoff,
12        I,  XIV |         the words re-echoed, “My son! my son!”~Michael Strogoff,
13        I,  XIV |     words re-echoed, “My son! my son!”~Michael Strogoff, by a
14        I,  XIV |        to her. She denied by her son! It was not possible. As
15        I,  XIV | impossible. It was certainly her son whom she had just seen;
16        I,  XIV |   witnessed the meeting with her son would not have known her.~“
17        I,  XIV |          Strogoff.”~“Thou hast a son?”~“Yes.”~“He is a courier
18        I,  XIV |         whom thou didst call thy son a few moments ago at the
19        I,  XIV |          thought I recognized my son since the town has been
20        I,  XIV |         the world I would deny a son whom God has given me?”~
21        I,  XIV |      that she had recognized her son in this young Siberian.
22        I,  XIV |      young Siberian. Now if this son had first renounced his
23        I,  XV  |   herself in the presence of her son. And it was fortunate that
24        I,  XVI |   pretended merchant was not her son, but it was too late. Colonel
25       II,  II  |   endeavoring to catch the word “son” escaping from her lips,
26       II,  II  |        herself received from the son. Her instinctive kindness
27       II,  II  |          young stranger with her son?~The thing that first struck
28       II,  II  |         smallest allusion to her son, nor to the unfortunate
29       II,  II  |      Nadia.~“It was just what my son would have done,” said Marfa
30       II,  II  |     Nadia. “A lion, a hero!”~“My son, my son!” thought the old
31       II,  II  |       lion, a hero!”~“My son, my son!” thought the old Siberian. “
32       II,  II  |      Nadia, blushing.~“It was my son! I tell you it was my son!”
33       II,  II  |        son! I tell you it was my son!” exclaimed the old woman,
34       II,  II  |           embracing Nadia.~“Your son!” said Nadia amazed, “your
35       II,  II  |         said Nadia amazed, “your son!”~“Come,” said Marfa; “let
36       II,  II  |        just told me about my own son,” said the old woman.~And
37       II,  II  |        return on yours. Since my son has not told you his secret,
38       II,  II  |          even the conduct of her son with regard to herself in
39       II,  II  |         I wear is not yet for my son.”~
40       II,  III |          taking the place of the son whom the prisoner had lost.~
41       II,  III |     mother! It is he!”~“It is my son,” answered Marfa, “it is
42       II,  III |      doubt that Marfa Strogoff’s son, the Czar’s courier, was
43       II,  III |         asked.~“Marfa Strogoff’s son is in the encampment.”~“
44       II,  III |     every reason to fear for her son.~Sangarre, under cover of
45       II,  III |        you do not know that your son, Michael Strogoff, courier
46       II,  III |      thought you recognized your son, was not he your son?”~“
47       II,  III |        your son, was not he your son?”~“He was not my son.”~“
48       II,  III |        your son?”~“He was not my son.”~“And since then you have
49       II,  III |          said he to Marfa, “your son is here, and you shall immediately
50       II,  III |   possible that, when mother and son were in each other’s presence,
51       II,  III |        perfect indifference.~Her son was among the last. When
52       II,  III |        was baffled by mother and son.~Sangarre, close to him,
53       II,  IV  |          without reason that her son had been brought before
54       II,  IV  |         the Emir.~The mother and son had not been able to speak
55       II,  IV  |          Marfa longed to ask her son’s pardon for the harm she
56       II,  IV  |           how come to the aid of son and mother. As yet she could
57       II,  IV  |     herself, if need be, for the son of Marfa Strogoff.~In the
58       II,  IV  |        pushed her. She fell.~Her son struggled so violently that
59       II,  V   |       live, and did she hear her son’s words? Whether she did
60       II,  VI  |      that she might lead Marfa’s son to that goal which he had
61       II,  VIII|       when he sees that his poor son is blind! Ah! everything
62       II,  IX  |       Siberian dead? Had not her son given the last kiss to her
63       II,  IX  |          No oath could prevent a son from succoring his mother!”~“
64       II,  XV  |        out her hands towards her son. Michael gazed at her as
65       II,  XV  |        Michael gazed at her as a son would gaze at his mother,
66       II,  XV  |       the right to recognize her son and say she was proud of
67       II,  XV  |          Petersburg, neither his son nor his daughter had any