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 1        I,  IX  |          instinctively asked the postmaster how many hours ago the carriage
 2        I,  IX  |      little father,” replied the postmaster.~“Is it a berlin?”~“No,
 3        I,  XII |       were perhaps more than the postmaster could provide for, at least
 4        I,  XII | disposable horses,” answered the postmaster, bowing.~“I must have some
 5        I,  XII |          traveler,” answered the postmaster, pointing to Michael Strogoff.~“
 6        I,  XII |  traveler. Then, going up to the postmaster, “Let the horses be put
 7        I,  XII |         threatening gesture.~The postmaster, much embarrassed, did not
 8        I,  XII |           and left the room.~The postmaster followed him, after shrugging
 9        I,  XIII|      silent all the evening. The postmaster not being able to supply
10        I,  XIII|   Strogoff at last asked for the postmaster. The latter, a Siberian
11        I,  XIII|           Michael went up to the postmaster and laid his two powerful
12        I,  XIII|           I could kill you.”~The postmaster understood. “I like him
13        I,  XIV |          very fortunately knew a postmaster who, if well paid, would
14        I,  XIV |       upon a bench. But when the postmaster hastened to assist her,
15        I,  XV  |         and in taking him to the postmaster the generous mujik had rendered