Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  II  |     correct.”~“Do you mean, sire,” cried the chief of police, “that
 2        I,  X   |              Hold up, my pigeons!” cried the iemschik; it was his
 3        I,  X   |          Get up, my pretty doves!” cried the iemschik, adding the
 4        I,  X   |          Do not be afraid, Nadia!” cried Michael Strogoff.~“I’m not
 5        I,  X   |             Forward, my swallows!” cried the iemschik, seizing one
 6        I,  X   |        abyss below.~“Oh, brother!” cried Nadia, who had seen it all
 7        I,  XI  |        travelers calling for aid,” cried Nadia.~“They can expect
 8        I,  XI  |           the iemschik.~“Why not?” cried Michael. “Ought not we do
 9        I,  XI  |         Good-morning to you, sir,” cried the Frenchman. “Delighted
10        I,  XI  |            a good joke, confrere?” cried Alcide.~“Then, gentlemen,
11        I,  XI  |  pistol-shot.~“Ah! forward, sirs!” cried he.~“Hullo!” said Alcide
12        I,  XI  |          another report.~“A bear;” cried Michael, who could not mistake
13        I,  XI  |           s rapid stroke. “Bravo!” cried Alcide; “for a simple merchant,
14        I,  XI  |          gee up, my turtle-doves!” cried the iemschik.~Nadia again
15        I,  XI  |          devil is quite right!” he cried. “He is perfectly right,
16        I,  XI  |           Russia, my dear fellow!” cried Alcide. “Things must indeed
17        I,  XIII|            uneasiness.~“Look out!” cried one of them to his comrade.~
18        I,  XIII|              Courage, my friends!” cried Michael; “courage! Fifty
19        I,  XIII|          ferryboat.~“Come, Nadia!” cried Michael, ready to jump overboard.~
20        I,  XIV |       which breathed hatred.~“He!” cried Michael Strogoff, from whom
21        I,  XIV |           did not move.~“Michael!” cried his mother.~“Who are you,
22        I,  XIV |    stepping back.~“Michael!” again cried his aged mother.~“My name
23        I,  XVI |          Courage, my brave horse!” cried Michael. “Come! A last effort!”
24        I,  XVII|           dispatch.~“My turn now,” cried Alcide Jolivet, anxious
25       II,  I   |         not let us talk politics,” cried Jolivet. “It is forbidden
26       II,  II  |        said.~And in her heart, she cried, “May it be I!” If before
27       II,  II  |      shuddering.~“Mother, mother,” cried Nadia, “do not blame him!
28       II,  II  |            no, he was not.”~“Not!” cried Marfa. “You dare to tell
29       II,  III |        To-morrow she shall speak!” cried Ogareff. So saying, he extended
30       II,  III |          word, “The knout!”~“Yes,” cried Ogareff, who could no longer
31       II,  III |     succeeded.~“Michael Strogoff!” cried he. Then advancing, “Ah,
32       II,  III |            said he.~“Well repaid!” cried a voice concealed by the
33       II,  IV  |            all.”~“See it all!—ah!” cried Alcide, suddenly, grasping
34       II,  IV  |           forehead to the ground!” cried Ogareff.~“No!” answered
35       II,  V   | Nijni-Novgorod.”~“No doubt of it,” cried Alcide. “Their eyes, I imagine,
36       II,  V   |           before him.~“My mother!” cried he. “Yes! yes! my last glance
37       II,  VI  |        going to Irkutsk?”~“Never!” cried Michael, in a tone which
38       II,  VII |      disappointed.~“Alack, alack!” cried Nicholas, “I shall never
39       II,  VII |             And you, friend?”~“I?” cried Nicholas. “I am now going
40       II,  IX  |         die.~“Nicholas! Nicholas!” cried the girl, with a foreboding
41       II,  XIV |          town!~“Ivan Ogareff!” she cried.~On hearing his name pronounced,
42       II,  XIV |     herself.~“Ivan Ogareff!” again cried Nadia, knowing well that
43       II,  XIV |          to the ground.~“Michael!” cried Nadia.~It was Michael Strogoff.
44       II,  XIV |     between her and Ogareff.~“Ah!” cried the girl, “take care, brother!