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Chapter 8

           Ohyes!shereproachedmedreadfullyinanger;andsufferedherself,too!Butafterwardsoh!don’tremindmedon’tremindmeofthat!”

           Hehidhisfaceinhishands.

           “Areyouawarethatshewritestomealmosteveryday?”

           “Sothatistrue,isit?”criedtheprince,greatlyagitated.“Ihadheardareportofit,butwouldnotbelieveit.”

           “Whomdidyouhearitfrom?”askedAglaya,alarmed.“Rogojinsaidsomethingaboutityesterday,butnothingdefinite.”

           “Yesterday!Morningorevening?Beforethemusicorafter?”

           “Afteritwasabouttwelveo’clock.”

           “Ah!Well,ifitwasRogojinbutdoyouknowwhatshewritestomeabout?”

           “Ishouldnotbesurprisedbyanything.Sheismad!”

           “Therearetheletters.”(Aglayatookthreelettersoutofherpocketandthrewthemdownbeforetheprince.)“Forawholeweekshehasbeenentreatingandworryingandpersuadingmetomarryyou.Shewell,sheisclever,thoughshemaybemadmuchclevererthanIam,asyousay.Well,shewritesthatsheisinlovewithmeherself,andtriestoseemeeveryday,ifonlyfromadistance.Shewritesthatyouloveme,andthatshehaslongknownitandseenit,andthatyouandshetalkedaboutmethere.Shewishestoseeyouhappy,andshesaysthatsheiscertainonlyIcanensureyouthehappinessyoudeserve.Shewritessuchstrange,wildlettersIhaven’tshownthemtoanyone.

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