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"
I
do
n't
love
you
a
bit
!
"
she
said
suddenly
,
just
as
though
the
words
had
exploded
from
her
mouth
.
The
prince
did
not
answer
,
and
there
was
silence
again
.
"
I
love
Gavrila
Ardalionovitch
,
"
she
said
,
quickly
;
but
hardly
audibly
,
and
with
her
head
bent
lower
than
ever
.
"
That
is
not
true
,
"
said
the
prince
,
in
an
equally
low
voice
.
"
What
!
I
tell
stories
,
do
I
?
It
is
true
!
I
gave
him
my
promise
a
couple
of
days
ago
on
this
very
seat
.
"
The
prince
was
startled
,
and
reflected
for
a
moment
.
"
It
is
not
true
,
"
he
repeated
,
decidedly
;
"
you
have
just
invented
it
!
"
"
You
are
wonderfully
polite
.
You
know
he
is
greatly
improved
.
He
loves
me
better
than
his
life
.
He
let
his
hand
burn
before
my
very
eyes
in
order
to
prove
to
me
that
he
loved
me
better
than
his
life
!
"
"
He
burned
his
hand
!
"
"
Yes
,
believe
it
or
not
!
It
's
all
the
same
to
me
!
"
The
prince
sat
silent
once
more
.
Aglaya
did
not
seem
to
be
joking
;
she
was
too
angry
for
that
.
