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more difficult business. However, a word into an inspector's ear and a
few judiciously given roubles were powerful enough to gain him a passage.
The man, after taking him into the waiting-room, went to call an
upper clerk. Michael Strogoff would not be long in making everything
right with the police and being free in his movements.

Whilst waiting, he looked about him, and what did he see?
There, fallen, rather than seated, on a bench, was a girl,
prey to a silent despair, although her face could scarcely
be seen, the profile alone being visible against the wall.
Michael Strogoff could not be mistaken. He instantly recognized
the young Livonian.

Not knowing the governor's orders, she had come to the police office
to get her pass signed. They had refused to sign it. No doubt
she was authorized to go to Irkutsk, but the order was peremptory--
it annulled all previous au-thorizations, and the routes to Siberia
were closed to her. Michael, delighted at having found her again,
approached the girl.

She looked up for a moment and her face brightened on recognizing
her traveling companion. She instinctively rose and, like a drowning
man who clutches at a spar, she was about to ask his help.

At that moment the agent touched Michael on the shoulder,
"The head of police will see you," he said.

"Good," returned Michael. And without saying a word to her for whom
he had been searching all day, without reassuring her by even a gesture,
which might compromise either her or himself, he followed the man.

The young Livonian, seeing the only being to whom she could look
for help disappear, fell back again on her bench.

Three minutes had not passed before Michael Strogoff reappeared,
accompanied by the agent. In his hand he held his podorojna,
which threw open the roads to Siberia for him. He again
approached the young Livonian, and holding out his hand:
"Sister," said he.

She understood. She rose as if some sudden inspiration prevented
her from hesitating a moment.

"Sister," repeated Michael Strogoff, "we are authorized to continue
our journey to Irkutsk. Will you come with me?"

"I will follow you, brother," replied the girl, putting her hand into
that of Michael Strogoff. And together they left the police station.


CHAPTER VII GOING DOWN THE VOLGA

A LITTLE before midday, the steamboat's bell drew to the wharf
on the Volga an unusually large concourse of people,
for not only were those about to embark who had intended to go,
but the many who were compelled to go contrary to their wishes.
The boilers of the Caucasus were under full pressure; a slight
smoke issued from its funnel, whilst the end of the escape-pipe
and the lids of the valves were crowned with white vapor.
It is needless to say that the police kept a close watch over
the departure of the Caucasus, and showed themselves pitiless to
those travelers who did not satisfactorily answer their questions.

Numerous Cossacks came and went on the quay, ready to assist

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