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Chapter 8

           Suddenlytearsstarttooureyes,ourhandsshake;weweep,weembrace—thebattleisoneofself-sacrificenow!Theprinceshouts,‘Sheisyours;’Icry,‘Sheisyours—’inaword,inaword—You’vecometolivewithus,hey?”

           “Yes—yes—forawhile,Ithink,”stammeredtheprince.

           “Prince,motherbegsyoutocometoher,”saidColia,appearingatthedoor.

           Theprincerosetogo,butthegeneraloncemorelaidhishandinafriendlymanneronhisshoulder,anddraggedhimdownontothesofa.

           “Asthetruefriendofyourfather,Iwishtosayafewwordstoyou,”hebegan.“Ihavesuffered—therewasacatastrophe.Isufferedwithoutatrial;Ihadnotrial.NinaAlexandrovnamywife,isanexcellentwoman,soismydaughterVarvara.Wehavetoletlodgingsbecausewearepoor—adreadful,unheard-ofcome-downforus—forme,whoshouldhavebeenagovernor-general;butweareverygladtohaveyou,atallevents.Meanwhilethereisatragedyinthehouse.”

           Theprincelookedinquiringlyattheother.

           “Yes,amarriageisbeingarranged—amarriagebetweenaquestionablewomanandayoungfellowwhomightbeaflunkey.Theywishtobringthiswomanintothehousewheremywifeanddaughterreside,butwhileIliveandbreathesheshallneverentermydoors.Ishalllieatthethreshold,andsheshalltramplemeunderfootifshedoes.IhardlytalktoGanianow,andavoidhimasmuchasIcan.Iwarnyouofthisbeforehand,butyoucannotfailtoobserveit.

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