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“Michael!” cried his mother.
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“Who am I, thou askest! Dost thou no longer know thy mother?”
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Michael Strogoff, by a desperate effort, had gone. He did not see his old mother, who had fallen back almost inanimate upon a bench. But when the postmaster hastened to assist her, the aged woman raised herself. Suddenly a thought occurred to her. She denied
