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Princess
Mary
really
was
disconcerted
and
red
patches
came
on
her
face
when
they
went
in
.
In
her
snug
room
,
with
lamps
burning
before
the
icon
stand
,
a
young
lad
with
a
long
nose
and
long
hair
,
wearing
a
monk
's
cassock
,
sat
on
the
sofa
beside
her
,
behind
a
samovar
.
Near
them
,
in
an
armchair
,
sat
a
thin
,
shriveled
,
old
woman
,
with
a
meek
expression
on
her
childlike
face
.
"
Andrew
,
why
did
n't
you
warn
me
?
"
said
the
princess
,
with
mild
reproach
,
as
she
stood
before
her
pilgrims
like
a
hen
before
her
chickens
.
"
Charmée
de
vous
voir
.
Je
suis
très
contente
de
vous
voir
,
"
*
she
said
to
Pierre
as
he
kissed
her
hand
.
She
had
known
him
as
a
child
,
and
now
his
friendship
with
Andrew
,
his
misfortune
with
his
wife
,
and
above
all
his
kindly
,
simple
face
disposed
her
favorably
toward
him
.
She
looked
at
him
with
her
beautiful
radiant
eyes
and
seemed
to
say
,
"
I
like
you
very
much
,
but
please
do
n't
laugh
at
my
people
.
"
After
exchanging
the
first
greetings
,
they
sat
down
.
*
"
Delighted
to
see
you
.
I
am
very
glad
to
see
you
.
"
"
Ah
,
and
Ivánushka
is
here
too
!
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
glancing
with
a
smile
at
the
young
pilgrim
.
"
Andrew
!
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
imploringly
.
"
Il
faut
que
vous
sachiez
que
c'est
une
femme
,
"
*
said
Prince
Andrew
to
Pierre
.
"
Andrew
,
au
nom
de
Dieu
!
"
*
(
2
)
Princess
Mary
repeated
.
*
"
You
must
know
that
this
is
a
woman
.
"
*
(
2
)
"
For
heaven
's
sake
.
"
