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Chapter 13

           It’saverysimplegame;allyouhavetodoistotellthestoryoftheworstactionofyourlife.It’sassimpleasanything.I’llpromptanyonewhoforgetstherules!”

           Noonelikedtheideamuch.Somesmiled,somefrowned;someobjected,butfaintly,notwishingtoopposeNastasia’swishes;forthisnewideaseemedtoberatherwellreceivedbyher.Shewasstillinanexcited,hystericalstate,laughingconvulsivelyatnothingandeverything.Hereyeswereblazing,andhercheeksshowedtwobrightredspotsagainstthewhite.Themelancholyappearanceofsomeofherguestsseemedtoaddtohersarcastichumour,andperhapstheverycynicismandcrueltyofthegameproposedbyFerdishenkopleasedher.Atalleventsshewasattractedbytheidea,andgraduallyherguestscameroundtoherside;thethingwasoriginal,atleast,andmightturnouttobeamusing.“Andsupposingit’ssomethingthatoneonecan’tspeakaboutbeforeladies?”askedthetimidandsilentyoungman.

           “Why,thenofcourse,youwon’tsayanythingaboutit.Asiftherearenotplentyofsinstoyourscorewithouttheneedofthose!”saidFerdishenko.

           “ButIreallydon’tknowwhichofmyactionsistheworst,”saidthelivelyactress.

           “Ladiesareexemptediftheylike.”

           “Andhowareyoutoknowthatoneisn’tlying?Andifoneliesthewholepointofthegameislost,”saidGania.

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