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“
How
happy
we
are
alone
together
!
—
I
am
,
that
is
,
”
he
said
,
going
up
to
her
with
a
radiant
smile
of
happiness
.
“
I
’
m
just
as
happy
.
I
’
ll
never
go
anywhere
,
especially
not
to
Moscow
.
”
“
And
what
were
you
thinking
about
?
”
“
I
?
I
was
thinking
.
.
.
.
No
,
no
,
go
along
,
go
on
writing
;
don
’
t
break
off
,
”
she
said
,
pursing
up
her
lips
,
“
and
I
must
cut
out
these
little
holes
now
,
do
you
see
?
”
She
took
up
her
scissors
and
began
cutting
them
out
.
“
No
;
tell
me
,
what
was
it
?
”
he
said
,
sitting
down
beside
her
and
watching
the
tiny
scissors
moving
round
.
“
Oh
!
what
was
I
thinking
about
?
I
was
thinking
about
Moscow
,
about
the
back
of
your
head
.
”
“
Why
should
I
,
of
all
people
,
have
such
happiness
!
It
’
s
unnatural
,
too
good
,
”
he
said
,
kissing
her
hand
.
“
I
feel
quite
the
opposite
;
the
better
things
are
,
the
more
natural
it
seems
to
me
.
”
