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"
No
,
I
did
not
sleep
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
shaking
her
head
.
Unconsciously
imitating
her
father
,
she
now
tried
to
express
herself
as
he
did
,
as
much
as
possible
by
signs
,
and
her
tongue
too
seemed
to
move
with
difficulty
.
"
Dear
one
...
Dearest
...
"
Princess
Mary
could
not
quite
make
out
what
he
had
said
,
but
from
his
look
it
was
clear
that
he
had
uttered
a
tender
caressing
word
such
as
he
had
never
used
to
her
before
.
"
Why
did
n't
you
come
in
?
"
"
And
I
was
wishing
for
his
death
!
"
thought
Princess
Mary
.
He
was
silent
awhile
.
"
Thank
you
...
daughter
dear
!
...
for
all
,
for
all
...
forgive
!
...
thank
you
!
...
forgive
!
...
thank
you
!
...
"
and
tears
began
to
flow
from
his
eyes
.
"
Call
Andrew
!
"
he
said
suddenly
,
and
a
childish
,
timid
expression
of
doubt
showed
itself
on
his
face
as
he
spoke
.
He
himself
seemed
aware
that
his
demand
was
meaningless
.
So
at
least
it
seemed
to
Princess
Mary
.
"
I
have
a
letter
from
him
,
"
she
replied
.
He
glanced
at
her
with
timid
surprise
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
