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“
Why
,
did
you
know
her
,
papa
?
”
Kitty
asked
apprehensively
,
catching
the
gleam
of
irony
that
kindled
in
the
prince
’
s
eyes
at
the
mention
of
Madame
Stahl
.
“
I
used
to
know
her
husband
,
and
her
too
a
little
,
before
she
’
d
joined
the
Pietists
.
”
“
What
is
a
Pietist
,
papa
?
”
asked
Kitty
,
dismayed
to
find
that
what
she
prized
so
highly
in
Madame
Stahl
had
a
name
.
“
I
don
’
t
quite
know
myself
.
I
only
know
that
she
thanks
God
for
everything
,
for
every
misfortune
,
and
thanks
God
too
that
her
husband
died
.
And
that
’
s
rather
droll
,
as
they
didn
’
t
get
on
together
.
”
“
Who
’
s
that
?
What
a
piteous
face
!
”
he
asked
,
noticing
a
sick
man
of
medium
height
sitting
on
a
bench
,
wearing
a
brown
overcoat
and
white
trousers
that
fell
in
strange
folds
about
his
long
,
fleshless
legs
.
This
man
lifted
his
straw
hat
,
showed
his
scanty
curly
hair
and
high
forehead
,
painfully
reddened
by
the
pressure
of
the
hat
.
“
That
’
s
Petrov
,
an
artist
,
”
answered
Kitty
,
blushing
.
“
And
that
’
s
his
wife
,
”
she
added
,
indicating
Anna
Pavlovna
,
who
,
as
though
on
purpose
,
at
the
very
instant
they
approached
walked
away
after
a
child
that
had
run
off
along
a
path
.
“
Poor
fellow
!
and
what
a
nice
face
he
has
!
”
said
the
prince
.
“
Why
don
’
t
you
go
up
to
him
?
He
wanted
to
speak
to
you
.
”
“
Well
,
let
us
go
,
then
,
”
said
Kitty
,
turning
round
resolutely
.
“
How
are
you
feeling
today
?
”
she
asked
Petrov
.
Petrov
got
up
,
leaning
on
his
stick
,
and
looked
shyly
at
the
prince
.
“
This
is
my
daughter
,
”
said
the
prince
.
