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Chapter 4

           Alltheresthateme;andmybrothersarethefirsttobetraymeinmisfortune.’Isobbedandthrewmyselfintohisarms.Hecouldnotresistmeheburstintotears,andourtearsmingledaswefoldedeachotherinacloseembrace.

           “‘Write,oh,writealettertotheEmpressJosephine!’Icried,sobbing.Napoleonstarted,reflected,andsaid,‘Youremindmeofathirdheartwhichlovesme.Thankyou,myfriend;’andthenandtherehesatdownandwrotethatlettertoJosephine,withwhichConstantwassentoffnextday.”

           “Youdidagoodaction,”saidtheprince,“forinthemidstofhisangryfeelingsyouinsinuatedakindthoughtintohisheart.”

           “Justso,prince,justso.Howwellyoubringoutthatfact!Becauseyourownheartisgood!”criedtheecstaticoldgentleman,and,strangelyenough,realtearsglistenedinhiseyes.“Yes,prince,itwasawonderfulspectacle.And,doyouknow,IallbutwentofftoParis,andshouldassuredlyhavesharedhissolitaryexilewithhim;but,alas,ourdestinieswereotherwiseordered!Weparted,hetohisisland,whereIamsurehethoughtoftheweepingchildwhohadembracedhimsoaffectionatelyatpartinginMoscow;andIwassentofftothecadetcorps,whereIfoundnothingbutroughnessandharshdiscipline.Alas,myhappydaysweredone!”

           “‘Idonotwishtodepriveyourmotherofyou,and,therefore,Iwillnotaskyoutogowithme,’hesaid,themorningofhisdeparture,‘butIshouldliketodosomethingforyou.’Hewasmountinghishorseashespoke.

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