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"
Oh
,
I
've
still
got
it
,
here
!
"
And
he
handed
the
prince
the
very
letter
from
Aglaya
to
Gania
,
which
the
latter
showed
with
so
much
triumph
to
his
sister
at
a
later
hour
.
"
This
letter
can
not
be
allowed
to
remain
in
your
hands
.
"
"
It
's
for
you
--
for
you
!
I
've
brought
it
you
on
purpose
!
"
cried
Lebedeff
,
excitedly
.
"
Why
,
I
'm
yours
again
now
,
heart
and
hand
,
your
slave
;
there
was
but
a
momentary
pause
in
the
flow
of
my
love
and
esteem
for
you
.
Mea
culpa
,
mea
culpa
!
as
the
Pope
of
Rome
says
.
"
"
This
letter
should
be
sent
on
at
once
,
"
said
the
prince
,
disturbed
.
"
I
'll
hand
it
over
myself
.
"
"
Would
n't
it
be
better
,
esteemed
prince
,
would
n't
it
be
better
--
to
--
do
n't
you
know
--
"
Lebedeff
made
a
strange
and
very
expressive
grimace
;
he
twisted
about
in
his
chair
,
and
did
something
,
apparently
symbolical
,
with
his
hands
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
said
the
prince
.
"
Why
,
open
it
,
for
the
time
being
,
do
n't
you
know
?
"
he
said
,
most
confidentially
and
mysteriously
.
