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Chapter 2

           Perhapsitwasadream!

           NowandthenhelookedatAglayaforfiveminutesatatime,withouttakinghiseyesoffherface;buthisexpressionwasverystrange;hewouldgazeatherasthoughshewereanobjectacoupleofmilesdistant,orasthoughhewerelookingatherportraitandnotatherselfatall.

           “Whydoyoulookatmelikethat,prince?”sheaskedsuddenly,breakingoffhermerryconversationandlaughterwiththoseabouther.“I’mafraidofyou!Youlookasthoughyouwerejustgoingtoputoutyourhandandtouchmyfacetoseeifit’sreal!Doesn’the,EvgeniePavlovitch—doesn’thelooklikethat?”

           Theprinceseemedsurprisedthatheshouldhavebeenaddressedatall;hereflectedamoment,butdidnotseemtotakeinwhathadbeensaidtohim;atallevents,hedidnotanswer.Butobservingthatsheandtheothershadbeguntolaugh,hetooopenedhismouthandlaughedwiththem.

           Thelaughterbecamegeneral,andtheyoungofficer,whoseemedaparticularlylivelysortofperson,simplyshookwithmirth.

           Aglayasuddenlywhisperedangrilytoherselftheword—

           “Idiot!”

           “Mygoodness—surelysheisnotinlovewithsucha—surelysheisn’tmad!”groanedMrs.Epanchin,underherbreath.

           “It’sallajoke,mamma;it’sjustajokelikethe‘poorknight’—nothingmorewhatever,Iassureyou!”Alexandrawhisperedinherear.

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