Book,  Chapter

 1        I,  II |        police.~“The criminals? Oh, General, I give those up
 2        I,  IV |       worn threadbare by use.~“Oh, there’s no fear of teas
 3        I,  X  | bounded into the abyss below.~“Oh, brother!” cried Nadia,
 4        I,  XI |       what you call a telga!”~“Oh, that abominable driver!
 5        I,  XI |         as to that iemschik—”~“Oh! I assure you that you are
 6        I,  XI |        so directly concerned.~“Oh! as these things are always
 7       II,  I  |  pretensions in Central Asia.~“Oh, do not let us talk politics,”
 8       II,  III|      Strogoff is worthy of it. Oh, that was fine retaliation
 9       II,  VI |      to Irkutsk,” he replied.~“Oh! little father, you do not
10       II,  VI |     pity.~“Burnt out his eyes! Oh! poor little father! I am