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His
room
was
on
the
first
floor
.
Those
in
the
rooms
above
were
also
awake
.
He
heard
female
voices
overhead
.
"
Just
once
more
,
"
said
a
girlish
voice
above
him
which
Prince
Andrew
recognized
at
once
.
"
But
when
are
you
coming
to
bed
?
"
replied
another
voice
.
"
I
wo
n't
,
I
ca
n't
sleep
,
what
's
the
use
?
Come
now
for
the
last
time
.
"
Two
girlish
voices
sang
a
musical
passage
--
the
end
of
some
song
.
"
Oh
,
how
lovely
!
Now
go
to
sleep
,
and
there
's
an
end
of
it
.
"
"
You
go
to
sleep
,
but
I
ca
n't
,
"
said
the
first
voice
,
coming
nearer
to
the
window
.
She
was
evidently
leaning
right
out
,
for
the
rustle
of
her
dress
and
even
her
breathing
could
be
heard
.
Everything
was
stone-still
,
like
the
moon
and
its
light
and
the
shadows
.
Prince
Andrew
,
too
,
dared
not
stir
,
for
fear
of
betraying
his
unintentional
presence
.
"
Sónya
!
Sónya
!
"
he
again
heard
the
first
speaker
.
"
Oh
,
how
can
you
sleep
?
Only
look
how
glorious
it
is
!
Ah
,
how
glorious
!
Do
wake
up
,
Sónya
!
"
she
said
almost
with
tears
in
her
voice
.
"
There
never
,
never
was
such
a
lovely
night
before
!
"
Sónya
made
some
reluctant
reply
.
"
Do
just
come
and
see
what
a
moon
!
...
Oh
,
how
lovely
!
Come
here
...
