| PAGE | | "Holding his torch high, Ivan skirted the precipice" | Frontispiece | | "Your prediction is fulfilled. The Turk has escaped" | 60 | | "From all directions nuns came gliding towards the lighted portal" | 90 | | "A strange sight brought her to a standstill" | 128 | | "At the edge of the wood lay a dead woman, with a little living creature sobbing over her" | 145 |
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