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"
But
mind
,
nobody
is
to
see
!
"
cried
the
delighted
Gania
"
And
of
course
I
may
rely
on
your
word
of
honour
,
eh
?
"
"
I
wo
n't
show
it
to
anyone
,
"
said
the
prince
.
"
The
letter
is
not
sealed
--
"
continued
Gania
,
and
paused
in
confusion
.
"
Oh
,
I
wo
n't
read
it
,
"
said
the
prince
,
quite
simply
.
He
took
up
the
portrait
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
.
Gania
,
left
alone
,
clutched
his
head
with
his
hands
.
"
One
word
from
her
,
"
he
said
,
"
one
word
from
her
,
and
I
may
yet
be
free
.
"
He
could
not
settle
himself
to
his
papers
again
,
for
agitation
and
excitement
,
but
began
walking
up
and
down
the
room
from
corner
to
corner
.
The
prince
walked
along
,
musing
.
He
did
not
like
his
commission
,
and
disliked
the
idea
of
Gania
sending
a
note
to
Aglaya
at
all
;
but
when
he
was
two
rooms
distant
from
the
drawing-room
,
where
they
all
were
,
he
stopped
as
though
recalling
something
;
went
to
the
window
,
nearer
the
light
,
and
began
to
examine
the
portrait
in
his
hand
.
He
longed
to
solve
the
mystery
of
something
in
the
face
of
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
something
which
had
struck
him
as
he
looked
at
the
portrait
for
the
first
time
;
the
impression
had
not
left
him
.
It
was
partly
the
fact
of
her
marvellous
beauty
that
struck
him
,
and
partly
something
else
.
There
was
a
suggestion
of
immense
pride
and
disdain
in
the
face
almost
of
hatred
,
and
at
the
same
time
something
confiding
and
very
full
of
simplicity
.
The
contrast
aroused
a
deep
sympathy
in
his
heart
as
he
looked
at
the
lovely
face
.
The
blinding
loveliness
of
it
was
almost
intolerable
,
this
pale
thin
face
with
its
flaming
eyes
;
it
was
a
strange
beauty
.
