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 1        I,  VI  |            the office and up to the clerk’s little window was a much
 2        I,  VI  | waiting-room, went to call an upper clerk. Michael Strogoff would
 3        I,  XVII|         were dispatched. This was a clerk, calm, phlegmatic, indifferent
 4        I,  XVII|              Nothing,” answered the clerk, smiling.~“Are the Russians
 5        I,  XVII|            to reply to this strange clerk that he had no message to
 6        I,  XVII|         wicket of the imperturbable clerk.~In these two men Michael
 7        I,  XVII|           copecks a word,” said the clerk.~Blount deposited a pile
 8        I,  XVII|      stupefaction.~“Good,” said the clerk. And with the greatest coolness
 9        I,  XVII|           which he handed in to the clerk, who read out in his calm
10        I,  XVII|             endeavored to force the clerk to take his dispatch in
11        I,  XVII|    gentleman’s right,” answered the clerk coolly, pointing to Blount,
12        I,  XVII|            He again interrupted the clerk, who, quite unmoved, merely
13        I,  XVII|            him. Therefore, when the clerk had finished telegraphing
14        I,  XVII|             his dispatch, which the clerk read aloud: “Madeleine Jolivet,
15        I,  XVII|              when the imperturbable clerk said calmly: “Sir, the wire
16       II,  VI  |          stationed there. I was the clerk in charge of the messages.”~“
17       II,  VII |         there.” In fact, this model clerk, after having stayed to