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The

screaipsy Her

kerchief had slipped off her curly hair, and she stood near a

post in the , accoirdled tightly below the waist Next the gipsyto prisoner; next the soldier,

leaning close to the net, stood a young peasant, with a fair

beard and a flushed face, keeping back his tears with difficulty

A pretty, fair-haired prisoner, with bright blue eyes, was

speaking to him These tere Theodosia and her husband Next

to the to a broad-faced woain a wo them But some one stood by the

behind the prisoners, and Nekhludoff kneas she His

heart began to beat faster, and his breath stopped The decisive

He went up to the part of the net where