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Sure
enough
the
cloak
was
lying
on
the
ground
.
Nastasia
had
thrown
it
off
her
towards
the
prince
,
expecting
him
to
catch
it
,
but
the
prince
had
missed
it
.
"
Now
then
--
announce
me
,
quick
!
"
The
prince
wanted
to
say
something
,
but
was
so
confused
and
astonished
that
he
could
not
.
However
,
he
moved
off
towards
the
drawing-room
with
the
cloak
over
his
arm
.
"
Now
then
,
where
are
you
taking
my
cloak
to
?
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
Are
you
mad
?
"
The
prince
turned
and
came
back
,
more
confused
than
ever
.
When
she
burst
out
laughing
,
he
smiled
,
but
his
tongue
could
not
form
a
word
as
yet
.
At
first
,
when
he
had
opened
the
door
and
saw
her
standing
before
him
,
he
had
become
as
pale
as
death
;
but
now
the
red
blood
had
rushed
back
to
his
cheeks
in
a
torrent
.
"
Why
,
what
an
idiot
it
is
!
"
cried
Nastasia
,
stamping
her
foot
with
irritation
.
"
Go
on
,
do
!
Whom
are
you
going
to
announce
?
"
"
Nastasia
Philipovna
,
"
murmured
the
prince
.
"
And
how
do
you
know
that
?
"
she
asked
him
,
sharply
.
"
I
have
never
seen
you
before
!
"
"
Go
on
,
announce
me
--
what
's
that
noise
?
"
