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 			<p>“To me, it seemed radiant,” replied Harry Blount, who perhaps, wished to conceal his real opinion on this topic.</p>
 			<p>“And, naturally, you made it ‘radiant,’ in the columns of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Daily Telegraph</i>.”</p>
 			<p>“Exactly.”</p>
-			<p>“Do you remember, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount, what occurred at Zakret in 1812?”</p>
+			<p>“Do you remember, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount, what occurred at Zakret in 1812?”</p>
 			<p>“I remember it as well as if I had been there, sir,” replied the English correspondent.</p>
 			<p>“Then,” continued Alcide Jolivet, “you know that, in the middle of a fête given in his honor, it was announced to the Emperor Alexander that Napoleon had just crossed the Neman with the vanguard of the French army. Nevertheless the Emperor did not leave the fête, and notwithstanding the extreme gravity of intelligence which might cost him his empire, he did not allow himself to show more uneasiness⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 			<p>“Than our host exhibited when General Kissoff informed him that the telegraphic wires had just been cut between the frontier and the government of Irkutsk.”</p>
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 			<p>“And mine only as far as Krasnoyarsk,” answered Harry Blount, in a no less satisfied tone.</p>
 			<p>“Then you know also that orders have been sent to the troops of Nikolaevsk?”</p>
 			<p>“I do, sir; and at the same time a telegram was sent to the Cossacks of the government of Tobolsk to concentrate their forces.”</p>
-			<p>“Nothing can be more true, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount; I was equally well acquainted with these measures, and you may be sure that my dear cousin shall know something of them tomorrow.”</p>
+			<p>“Nothing can be more true, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount; I was equally well acquainted with these measures, and you may be sure that my dear cousin shall know something of them tomorrow.”</p>
 			<p>“Exactly as the readers of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Daily Telegraph</i> shall know it also, <abbr>M.</abbr> Jolivet.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, when one sees all that is going on.⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 			<p>“And when one hears all that is said.⁠ ⁠…”</p>
-			<p>“An interesting campaign to follow, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount.”</p>
+			<p>“An interesting campaign to follow, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount.”</p>
 			<p>“I shall follow it, <abbr>M.</abbr> Jolivet!”</p>
 			<p>“Then it is possible that we shall find ourselves on ground less safe, perhaps, than the floor of this ballroom.”</p>
 			<p>“Less safe, certainly, but⁠—”</p>

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 			<p>“Nor from England,” replied the other.</p>
 			<p>On the road, by the light of the flashes, Michael saw, twenty yards from him, two travelers, seated side by side in a most peculiar vehicle, the wheels of which were deeply imbedded in the ruts formed in the road.</p>
 			<p>He approached them, the one grinning from ear to ear, and the other gloomily contemplating his situation, and recognized them as the two reporters who had been his companions on board the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Caucasus</i>.</p>
-			<p>“Good morning to you, sir,” cried the Frenchman. “Delighted to see you here. Let me introduce you to my intimate enemy, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount.”</p>
+			<p>“Good morning to you, sir,” cried the Frenchman. “Delighted to see you here. Let me introduce you to my intimate enemy, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount.”</p>
 			<p>The English reporter bowed, and was about to introduce in his turn his companion, Alcide Jolivet, in accordance with the rules of society, when Michael interrupted him.</p>
 			<p>“Perfectly unnecessary, sir; we already know each other, for we traveled together on the Volga.”</p>
-			<p>“Ah, yes! exactly so! <abbr>Mr.</abbr>⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“Ah, yes! exactly so! <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr>⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Nicholas Korpanoff, merchant, of Irkutsk. But may I know what has happened which, though a misfortune to your companion, amuses you so much?”</p>
-			<p>“Certainly, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” replied Alcide. “Fancy! our driver has gone off with the front part of this confounded carriage, and left us quietly seated in the back part! So here we are in the worse half of a telga; no driver, no horses. Is it not a joke?”</p>
+			<p>“Certainly, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” replied Alcide. “Fancy! our driver has gone off with the front part of this confounded carriage, and left us quietly seated in the back part! So here we are in the worse half of a telga; no driver, no horses. Is it not a joke?”</p>
 			<p>“No joke at all,” said the Englishman.</p>
 			<p>“Indeed it is, my dear fellow. You do not know how to look at the bright side of things.”</p>
 			<p>“How, pray, are we to go on?” asked Blount.</p>
 			<p>“That is the easiest thing in the world,” replied Alcide. “Go and harness yourself to what remains of our cart; I will take the reins, and call you my little pigeon, like a true <i xml:lang="ru-Latn">iemschik</i>, and you will trot off like a real post-horse.”</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Jolivet,” replied the Englishman, “this joking is going too far, it passes all limits and⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Jolivet,” replied the Englishman, “this joking is going too far, it passes all limits and⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Now do be quiet, my dear sir. When you are done up, I will take your place; and call me a broken-winded snail and fainthearted tortoise if I don’t take you over the ground at a rattling pace.”</p>
 			<p>Alcide said all this with such perfect good-humor that Michael could not help smiling. “Gentlemen,” said he, “here is a better plan. We have now reached the highest ridge of the Ural chain, and thus have merely to descend the slopes of the mountain. My carriage is close by, only two hundred yards behind. I will lend you one of my horses, harness it to the remains of the telga, and tomorrow, if no accident befalls us, we will arrive together at Yekaterinburg.”</p>
-			<p>“That, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide, “is indeed a generous proposal.”</p>
+			<p>“That, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide, “is indeed a generous proposal.”</p>
 			<p>“Indeed, sir,” replied Michael, “I would willingly offer you places in my tarantass, but it will only hold two, and my sister and I already fill it.”</p>
 			<p>“Really, sir,” answered Alcide, “with your horse and our demi-telga we will go to the world’s end.”</p>
 			<p>“Sir,” said Harry Blount, “we most willingly accept your kind offer. And, as to that <i xml:lang="ru-Latn">iemschik</i>⁠—”</p>
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 			<p>“There is not the slightest fear that it will fly away, my dear Blount!” exclaimed Alcide; “it has taken such good root in the ground, that if it were left here until next spring it would begin to bud.”</p>
 			<p>“Come then, gentlemen,” said Michael Strogoff, “and we will bring up the tarantass.”</p>
 			<p>The Frenchman and the Englishman, descending from their seats, no longer the hinder one, since the front had taken its departure, followed Michael.</p>
-			<p>Walking along, Alcide Jolivet chattered away as usual, with his invariable good-humor. “Faith, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said he, “you have indeed got us out of a bad scrape.”</p>
+			<p>Walking along, Alcide Jolivet chattered away as usual, with his invariable good-humor. “Faith, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said he, “you have indeed got us out of a bad scrape.”</p>
 			<p>“I have only done, sir,” replied Michael, “what anyone would have done in my place.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, sir, you have done us a good turn, and if you are going farther we may possibly meet again, and⁠—”</p>
 			<p>Alcide Jolivet did not put any direct question to Michael as to where he was going, but the latter, not wishing it to be suspected that he had anything to conceal, at once replied, “I am bound for Omsk, gentlemen.”</p>
-			<p>“<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount and I,” replied Alcide, “go where danger is certainly to be found, and without doubt news also.”</p>
+			<p>“<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount and I,” replied Alcide, “go where danger is certainly to be found, and without doubt news also.”</p>
 			<p>“To the invaded provinces?” asked Michael with some earnestness.</p>
-			<p>“Exactly so, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff; and we may possibly meet there.”</p>
+			<p>“Exactly so, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff; and we may possibly meet there.”</p>
 			<p>“Indeed, sir,” replied Michael, “I have little love for cannonballs or lance points, and am by nature too great a lover of peace to venture where fighting is going on.”</p>
 			<p>“I am sorry, sir, extremely sorry; we must only regret that we shall separate so soon! But on leaving Yekaterinburg it may be our fortunate fate to travel together, if only for a few days?”</p>
 			<p>“Do you go on to Omsk?” asked Michael, after a moment’s reflection.</p>
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 			<p>“Oh! as these things are always known,” replied Alcide; “it is in the air.”</p>
 			<p>“Then have you really reason to think that Colonel Ogareff is in Siberia?”</p>
 			<p>“I myself have heard it said that he was to take the road from Kazan to Yekaterinburg.”</p>
-			<p>“Ah! you know that, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Jolivet?” said Harry Blount, roused from his silence.</p>
+			<p>“Ah! you know that, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Jolivet?” said Harry Blount, roused from his silence.</p>
 			<p>“I knew it,” replied Alcide.</p>
 			<p>“And do you know that he went disguised as a gypsy!” asked Blount.</p>
 			<p>“As a gypsy!” exclaimed Michael, almost involuntarily, and he suddenly remembered the look of the old Bohemian at Nizhny Novgorod, his voyage on board the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Caucasus</i>, and his disembarking at Kazan.</p>
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 			<p>This was the report which Michael had just heard. In an instant he was on the spot. Another bound and he was between the bear and the girl. His arm made one movement upwards, and the enormous beast, ripped up by that terrible knife, fell to the ground a lifeless mass. He had executed in splendid style the famous blow of the Siberian hunters, who endeavor not to damage the precious fur of the bear, which fetches a high price.</p>
 			<p>“You are not wounded, sister?” said Michael, springing to the side of the young girl.</p>
 			<p>“No, brother,” replied Nadia.</p>
-			<p>At that moment the two journalists came up. Alcide seized the horse’s head, and, in an instant, his strong wrist mastered it. His companion and he had seen Michael’s rapid stroke. “Bravo!” cried Alcide; “for a simple merchant, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff, you handle the hunter’s knife in a most masterly fashion.”</p>
+			<p>At that moment the two journalists came up. Alcide seized the horse’s head, and, in an instant, his strong wrist mastered it. His companion and he had seen Michael’s rapid stroke. “Bravo!” cried Alcide; “for a simple merchant, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff, you handle the hunter’s knife in a most masterly fashion.”</p>
 			<p>“Most masterly, indeed,” added Blount.</p>
 			<p>“In Siberia,” replied Michael, “we are obliged to do a little of everything.”</p>
 			<p>Alcide regarded him attentively. Seen in the bright glare, his knife dripping with blood, his tall figure, his foot firm on the huge carcass, he was indeed worth looking at.</p>
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 			<p>“But the poor devil is quite right!” he cried. “He is perfectly right, my dear fellow. It is not his fault if we did not know how to follow him!”</p>
 			<p>Then drawing several kopecks from his pocket:</p>
 			<p>“Here my friend,” said he, handing them to the <i xml:lang="ru-Latn">iemschik</i>; “take them. If you have not earned them, that is not your fault.”</p>
-			<p>This redoubled <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount’s irritation. He even began to speak of a lawsuit against the owner of the telga.</p>
+			<p>This redoubled <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount’s irritation. He even began to speak of a lawsuit against the owner of the telga.</p>
 			<p>“A lawsuit in Russia, my dear fellow!” cried Alcide. “Things must indeed change should it ever be brought to a conclusion! Did you never hear the story of the wet-nurse who claimed payment of twelve months’ nursing of some poor little infant?”</p>
 			<p>“I never heard it,” replied Harry Blount.</p>
 			<p>“Then you do not know what that suckling had become by the time judgment was given in favor of the nurse?”</p>

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 			<p>“Good,” said he.</p>
 			<p>Then turning to the two reporters:</p>
 			<p>“Well, gentlemen, since you remain at Ishim, the time is come for us to separate.”</p>
-			<p>“What, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide Jolivet, “shall you not stop even for an hour at Ishim?”</p>
+			<p>“What, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide Jolivet, “shall you not stop even for an hour at Ishim?”</p>
 			<p>“No, sir; and I also wish to leave the post-house before the arrival of the berlin which we distanced.”</p>
 			<p>“Are you afraid that the traveler will dispute the horses with you?”</p>
 			<p>“I particularly wish to avoid any difficulty.”</p>
-			<p>“Then, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Jolivet, “it only remains for us to thank you once more for the service you rendered us, and the pleasure we have had in traveling in your company.”</p>
+			<p>“Then, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Jolivet, “it only remains for us to thank you once more for the service you rendered us, and the pleasure we have had in traveling in your company.”</p>
 			<p>“It is possible that we shall meet you again in a few days at Omsk,” added Blount.</p>
 			<p>“It is possible,” answered Michael, “since I am going straight there.”</p>
-			<p>“Well, I wish you a safe journey, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide, “and Heaven preserve you from telgas.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, I wish you a safe journey, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Korpanoff,” said Alcide, “and Heaven preserve you from telgas.”</p>
 			<p>The two reporters held out their hands to Michael with the intention of cordially shaking his, when the sound of a carriage was heard outside.</p>
 			<p>Almost immediately the door was flung open and a man appeared.</p>
 			<p>It was the traveler of the berlin, a military-looking man, apparently about forty years of age, tall, robust in figure, broad-shouldered, with a strongly-set head, and thick mustaches meeting red whiskers. He wore a plain uniform. A cavalry saber hung at his side, and in his hand he held a short-handled whip.</p>

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 			<p>On one of the open spaces between the quarters of this temporary city were numbers of mountebanks of every description; gypsies from the mountains, telling fortunes to the credulous fools who are ever to be found in such assemblies; Zingaris or Tziganes⁠—a name which the Russians give to the gypsies who are the descendants of the ancient Copts⁠—singing their wildest melodies and dancing their most original dances; comedians of foreign theaters, acting Shakespeare, adapted to the taste of spectators who crowded to witness them. In the long avenues the bear showmen accompanied their four-footed dancers, menageries resounded with the hoarse cries of animals under the influence of the stinging whip or red-hot irons of the tamer; and, besides all these numberless performers, in the middle of the central square, surrounded by a circle four deep of enthusiastic amateurs, was a band of “mariners of the Volga,” sitting on the ground, as on the deck of their vessel, imitating the action of rowing, guided by the stick of the master of the orchestra, the veritable helmsman of this imaginary vessel!</p>
 			<p>A whimsical and pleasing custom!</p>
 			<p>Suddenly, according to a time-honored observance in the fair of Nizhny Novgorod, above the heads of the vast concourse a flock of birds was allowed to escape from the cages in which they had been brought to the spot. In return for a few kopecks charitably offered by some good people, the bird-fanciers opened the prison doors of their captives, who flew out in hundreds, uttering their joyous notes.</p>
-			<p>It should be mentioned that England and France, at all events, were this year represented at the great fair of Nizhny Novgorod by two of the most distinguished products of modern civilization, <abbr>Messrs.</abbr> Harry Blount and Alcide Jolivet.</p>
+			<p>It should be mentioned that England and France, at all events, were this year represented at the great fair of Nizhny Novgorod by two of the most distinguished products of modern civilization, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Messrs.</abbr> Harry Blount and Alcide Jolivet.</p>
 			<p>Alcide Jolivet, an optimist by nature, found everything agreeable, and as by chance both lodging and food were to his taste, he jotted down in his book some memoranda particularly favorable to the town of Nizhny Novgorod.</p>
 			<p>Blount, on the contrary, having in vain hunted for a supper, had been obliged to find a resting-place in the open air. He therefore looked at it all from another point of view, and was preparing an article of the most withering character against a town in which the landlords of the inns refused to receive travelers who only begged leave to be flayed, “morally and physically.”</p>
 			<p>Michael Strogoff, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his cherry-stemmed pipe, appeared the most indifferent and least impatient of men; yet, from a certain contraction of his eyebrows every now and then, a careful observer would have seen that he was burning to be off.</p>

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 			<p>And the hand of the first speaker, that is to say, five wide-open fingers, vigorously shook the two fingers coolly extended by the other.</p>
 			<p>“By the by,” said the first, “I was able this morning to telegraph the very words of the order to my cousin at seventeen minutes past ten.”</p>
 			<p>“And I sent it to the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Daily Telegraph</i> at thirteen minutes past ten.”</p>
-			<p>“Bravo, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Blount!”</p>
+			<p>“Bravo, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Blount!”</p>
 			<p>“Very good, <abbr>M.</abbr> Jolivet.”</p>
 			<p>“I will try and match that!”</p>
 			<p>“It will be difficult.”</p>