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Chapter 21

           Thequiltofahigh,whitefeatherbedwasjustvisiblebehindascreen.Asmalldogbegantobark.

           “Ah,isityou,cousin?”

           Sheroseandsmoothedherhair,whichwasasusualsoextremelysmooththatitseemedtobemadeofonepiecewithherheadandcoveredwithvarnish.

           “Hasanythinghappened?”sheasked.“Iamsoterrified.”

           “No,thereisnochange.Ionlycametohaveatalkaboutbusiness,Catiche,”*mutteredtheprince,seatinghimselfwearilyonthechairshehadjustvacated.“Youhavemadetheplacewarm,Imustsay,”heremarked.“Well,sitdown:let’shaveatalk.”

           *Catherine.

           “Ithoughtperhapssomethinghadhappened,”shesaidwithherunchangingstonilysevereexpression;and,sittingdownoppositetheprince,shepreparedtolisten.

           “Iwishedtogetanap,moncousin,butIcan’t.”

           “Well,mydear?”saidPrinceVasíli,takingherhandandbendingitdownwardsaswashishabit.

           Itwasplainthatthis“well?”referredtomuchthattheybothunderstoodwithoutnaming.

           Theprincess,whohadastraight,rigidbody,abnormallylongforherlegs,lookeddirectlyatPrinceVasíliwithnosignofemotioninherprominentgrayeyes.Thensheshookherheadandglancedupattheiconswithasigh.Thismighthavebeentakenasanexpressionofsorrowanddevotion,orofwearinessandhopeofrestingbeforelong.PrinceVasíliunderstooditasanexpressionofweariness.

           “AndI?”hesaid;“doyouthinkitiseasierforme?Iamaswornoutasaposthorse,butstillImusthaveatalkwithyou,Catiche,averyserioustalk.

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