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of M. Bulberg, of the Russian telegraph service, I 

 found a kind friend and attentive nurse, as I did also 

 in my old friend the English Consul. After a fort- 

 night's careful nursing at M.' BuTberg's rooms by a 

 clever German doctor whose name I am ungrate- 

 ful enough to have forgotten, though I am not the 

 less grateful for his services I tided over my illness. 

 As soon as I was pronounced in a safe state to 

 travel, both as regarded myself and others, I started 

 for England, still wearing some of the rough gear 

 in which I had travelled, and arrived at the station 

 of the town in which I dwelt such a deteriorated 

 specimen of the English race, that what with my 

 rags and my beard, the first people I met on alight- 

 ing who were the ladies of my own family cut 

 me dead, and for quite a couple of minutes refused 

 to recognise me. 



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