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Gemma instantly pulled a white handkerchief out of her pocket, covered her radually uncovered Frau Lenore's forehead, eyebrows, and eyes; she waited a moment and asked her to open them Her mother obeyed; Gemma cried out in ecstasy (Frau Lenore's eyes really were very beautiful), and rapidly sliding the handkerchief over the lower, less regular part of the face, fell to kissing her again Frau Lenore laughed, and turning a little aith a pretence of violence, pushed her daughter away She too pretended to struggle with her mother, and lavished caresses on her--not like a cat, in the French race in which is always felt the presence of power

At last Frau Lenore declared she was tired outThen Gemma at once advised her to have a little nap, where she was, in her chair, 'and I and the Russian gentleman--"avec le monsieur russe"--will be as quiet, as quietas little mice"comme des petites souris"' Frau Lenore shs began to doze Gemma quickly dropped down on a bench beside her and did not stir again, only froer of one hand to her lips--with the other hand she was holding up a pillow behind herlook at Sanin, if he permitted himself the smallest movement In the end he too sank into a kind of dreah spell-bound, while all his faculties were absorbed in ad the picture presented him by the half-dark rooht crimson, where fresh, luxuriant roses stood in the old-fashioned green glasses, and the sleeping woman with demurely folded hands and kind, weary face, fra, keenly-alert and also kind, clever, pure, and unspeakably beautiful creature with such black, deep, overshadowed, yet shining eyes What was it? A dream? a fairy tale? And how came he to be in it?