Copyright, 1897, by Harper & Brothers.
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CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I.Snow Roses[1]
II.Mist Shadows[4]
III.Comme le Monde s'Amuse[11]
IV.No Rival[17]
V.Plan of War against a Woman[21]
VI.Old Age[34]
VII.The Eight-in-Hand[47]
VIII.An Orgy over a Volcano[51]
IX.The Board of Green Cloth and the Green Book[64]
X.From Scent of Musk To Reeking Tar[85]
XI.The Hunted Stag[102]
XII.How a Fortress was Taken[118]
XIII.A Cannibal[125]
XIV.The Young Hopeful[134]
XV.The Czar Smiles[141]
XVI.Sophie[158]
XVII.Bethsaba[168]
XVIII.Korynthia[172]
XIX.The Monster[176]
XX.The Blind Hen's Genuine Pearl[199]
XXI.The Most Powerful Ruler of Them All[207]
XXII.The Devil[218]
XXIII.The Story of the Man with the Green Eyes[225]
XXIV."Then you are not—?"[232]
XXV.Gog and Magog[247]
XXVI.Under the Palms[255]
XXVII.Panacea[264]
XXVIII.The Wedding Present[272]
XXIX.Madame Potiphar[279]
XXX.A Mother's Blessing[284]
XXXI.The Will[290]
XXXII.Not Only a Bullet Strikes Home[299]
XXXIII.The Rendezvous[303]
XXXIV.A Divided Heart[316]
XXXV.Sparks and Ashes[323]
XXXVI.Daimona[326]
XXXVII.It's Not the Knife Alone that Strikes to the Heart[346]
XXXVIII.The Tragi-Comedy at Grusino[357]
XXXIX.The Hermit[365]
XL.Discords[372]
XLI.How to Rob a Man of his Wife[377]
XLII.The Feast of Masinka[389]
XLIII.Under the Comets[404]
XLIV.The Man with the Green Eyes[409]
XLV.The Herald[429]
XLVI."Beatus Ille...."[430]
XLVII.The Tempter[435]
XLVIII.The Mouse Plays with the Cat[441]
XLIX.The Antidote[446]
L."Derevaski Daloi"[452]
LI.The Nameless Wife of a Nameless Man[460]
Episodes.—The Rescued Poet[479]
Ghedimin and Zeneida[482]
The Romance of Constantine[483]

THE GREEN BOOK
OR
FREEDOM UNDER THE SNOW

CHAPTER I
SNOW ROSES

A blizzard is covering the roads with a thick coating of snow. The horses are up to their fetlocks in it. The dark-green firs bend beneath its weight, and what has melted in the midday sun already hangs from the slender branches of the undergrowth in thick masses of icicles; and as the wind sweeps through the forest the ice-covered leaves and branches ring and jingle like fairy bells.

Ever and anon the moon shines out from amid the fast-flying clouds; then, as though it has seen enough, hides itself again under the ghostly mist. The sighing of the wind through the forest is like the trembling of fever-stricken nature. In the stillness of night, through the pathless forest, rides a troop of horsemen. Their little long-maned horses sniff their way with low, sunk necks; by the shaggy fur caps of their riders, and their long lances hanging far back at their sides, they are to be recognized as a party of Don Cossacks.