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'Yes; that is my wish, Dimitri Pavlovitch And will it be very hard for you? Very? Tell me'

'I love my betrothed, Maria Nikolaevna, and to be separated froold!' Maria Nikolaevna coh 'I pro?'

'It is late,' observed Sanin

'And you want to rest after your journey, and your gareat friend of Ippolit Sidorovitch, my husband?'

'We were educated at the same school'

'And was he the same then?'

'The sahing, and laughed till she was red in the face; she put her handkerchief to her lips, rose froh she were tired, went up to Sanin, and held out her hand to him

He bowed over it, and went towards the door

'Come early to-morrow--do you hear?' she called after him He looked back as he went out of the rooain dropped into an easy-chair, and flung both arown fell open almost to her shoulders, and it was impossible not to adure, was enchantingly beautiful