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"
Why
?
"
"
There
is
much
suffering
in
this
face
,
"
murmured
the
prince
,
more
as
though
talking
to
himself
than
answering
the
question
.
"
I
think
you
are
wandering
a
little
,
prince
,
"
Mrs.
Epanchin
decided
,
after
a
lengthened
survey
of
his
face
;
and
she
tossed
the
portrait
on
to
the
table
,
haughtily
.
Alexandra
took
it
,
and
Adelaida
came
up
,
and
both
the
girls
examined
the
photograph
.
Just
then
Aglaya
entered
the
room
.
"
What
a
power
!
"
cried
Adelaida
suddenly
,
as
she
earnestly
examined
the
portrait
over
her
sister
's
shoulder
.
"
Whom
?
What
power
?
"
asked
her
mother
,
crossly
.
"
Such
beauty
is
real
power
,
"
said
Adelaida
.
"
With
such
beauty
as
that
one
might
overthrow
the
world
.
"
She
returned
to
her
easel
thoughtfully
.
Aglaya
merely
glanced
at
the
portrait
--
frowned
,
and
put
out
her
underlip
;
then
went
and
sat
down
on
the
sofa
with
folded
hands
.
Mrs.
Epanchin
rang
the
bell
.
"
Ask
Gavrila
Ardalionovitch
to
step
this
way
,
"
said
she
to
the
man
who
answered
.
"
Mamma
!
"
cried
Alexandra
,
significantly
.
