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Chapter 11

           Fromunderaheapoflaceattheendofthebedpeepedasmallwhitefoot,whichlookedasthoughithadbeenchiselledoutofmarble;itwasterriblystill.

           Theprincegazedandgazed,andfeltthatthemorehegazedthemoredeath-likebecamethesilence.Suddenlyaflyawokesomewhere,buzzedacrosstheroom,andsettledonthepillow.Theprinceshuddered.

           “Let’sgo,”saidRogojin,touchinghisshoulder.Theyleftthealcoveandsatdowninthetwochairstheyhadoccupiedbefore,oppositetooneanother.Theprincetrembledmoreandmoreviolently,andnevertookhisquestioningeyesoffRogojin’sface.

           “Iseeyouareshuddering,LefNicolaievitch,”saidthelatter,atlength,“almostasyoudidonceinMoscow,beforeyourfit;don’tyouremember?Idon’tknowwhatIshalldowithyou

           Theprincebentforwardtolisten,puttingallthestrainhecouldmusteruponhisunderstandinginordertotakeinwhatRogojinsaid,andcontinuingtogazeatthelatter’sface.

           “Wasityou?”hemuttered,atlast,motioningwithhisheadtowardsthecurtain.

           “Yes,itwasI,”whisperedRogojin,lookingdown.

           Neitherspokeforfiveminutes.

           “Because,youknow,”Rogojinrecommenced,asthoughcontinuingaformersentence,“ifyouwereillnow,orhadafit,orscreamed,oranything,theymighthearitintheyard,oreveninthestreet,andguessthatsomeonewaspassingthenightinthehouse.

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