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"
I
trust
your
voice
,
when
I
hear
you
speak
.
I
quite
understand
that
you
and
I
can
not
be
put
on
a
level
,
of
course
.
"
"
Why
did
you
add
that
?
--
There
!
Now
you
are
cross
again
,
"
said
the
prince
,
wondering
.
"
We
were
not
asked
,
you
see
.
We
were
made
different
,
with
different
tastes
and
feelings
,
without
being
consulted
.
You
say
you
love
her
with
pity
.
I
have
no
pity
for
her
.
She
hates
me
--
that
's
the
plain
truth
of
the
matter
.
I
dream
of
her
every
night
,
and
always
that
she
is
laughing
at
me
with
another
man
.
And
so
she
does
laugh
at
me
.
She
thinks
no
more
of
marrying
me
than
if
she
were
changing
her
shoe
.
Would
you
believe
it
,
I
have
n't
seen
her
for
five
days
,
and
I
dare
n't
go
near
her
.
She
asks
me
what
I
come
for
,
as
if
she
were
not
content
with
having
disgraced
me
--
"
"
Disgraced
you
!
How
?
"
"
Just
as
though
you
did
n't
know
!
Why
,
she
ran
away
from
me
,
and
went
to
you
.
You
admitted
it
yourself
,
just
now
.
"
"
But
surely
you
do
not
believe
that
she
...
"
"
That
she
did
not
disgrace
me
at
Moscow
with
that
officer
,
Zemtuznikoff
?
I
know
for
certain
she
did
,
after
having
fixed
our
marriage-day
herself
!
"
"
Impossible
!
"
cried
the
prince
.
"
I
know
it
for
a
fact
,
"
replied
Rogojin
,
with
conviction
.
