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"
Give
it
to
me
,
"
said
Parfen
.
"
Why
?
do
you
--
"
The
prince
would
rather
have
kept
this
particular
cross
.
"
I
'll
wear
it
;
and
you
shall
have
mine
.
I
'll
take
it
off
at
once
.
"
"
You
wish
to
exchange
crosses
?
Very
well
,
Parfen
,
if
that
's
the
case
,
I
'm
glad
enough
--
that
makes
us
brothers
,
you
know
.
"
The
prince
took
off
his
tin
cross
,
Parfen
his
gold
one
,
and
the
exchange
was
made
.
Parfen
was
silent
.
With
sad
surprise
the
prince
observed
that
the
look
of
distrust
,
the
bitter
,
ironical
smile
,
had
still
not
altogether
left
his
newly-adopted
brother
's
face
.
At
moments
,
at
all
events
,
it
showed
itself
but
too
plainly
,
At
last
Rogojin
took
the
prince
's
hand
,
and
stood
so
for
some
moments
,
as
though
he
could
not
make
up
his
mind
.
Then
he
drew
him
along
,
murmuring
almost
inaudibly
,
"
Come
!
"
