Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  I   |        the curtains and doors, falling in gorgeous folds, assumed
 2        I,  IV  |        there’s no fear of teas falling,” answered an old Jew of
 3        I,  IX  |       you lost in the snow and falling, never to rise again.”~“
 4        I,  X   |      advance without danger of falling over some precipice.~The
 5        I,  X   |       winter.~Rain was not yet falling, so Michael raised the leathern
 6       II,  I   |    that town was to risk again falling into the hands of the scouts,
 7       II,  II  |       say, without any risk of falling into the hands of the scouts
 8       II,  V   |    result of plunder which was falling; for, with the Tartar tomans
 9       II,  VIII|        to do so longer without falling into the hands of the invaders.
10       II,  XI  | likewise were burning. A spark falling on the surface of the Angara
11       II,  XIII|     destroy it, to prevent its falling into the hands of the Tartars,
12       II,  XV  |    forever.”~“Ah!” said Nadia, falling into Michael’s arms. Then