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He
kissed
his
sister
,
holding
her
hand
in
his
as
was
their
wont
.
"
How
are
you
,
Mary
?
How
did
you
manage
to
get
here
?
"
said
he
in
a
voice
as
calm
and
aloof
as
his
look
.
Had
he
screamed
in
agony
,
that
scream
would
not
have
struck
such
horror
into
Princess
Mary
's
heart
as
the
tone
of
his
voice
.
"
And
have
you
brought
little
Nicholas
?
"
he
asked
in
the
same
slow
,
quiet
manner
and
with
an
obvious
effort
to
remember
.
"
How
are
you
now
?
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
herself
surprised
at
what
she
was
saying
.
"
That
,
my
dear
,
you
must
ask
the
doctor
,
"
he
replied
,
and
again
making
an
evident
effort
to
be
affectionate
,
he
said
with
his
lips
only
(
his
words
clearly
did
not
correspond
to
his
thoughts
)
:
"
Merci
,
chère
amie
,
d'être
venue
.
"
*
*
"
Thank
you
for
coming
,
my
dear
.
"
Princess
Mary
pressed
his
hand
.
The
pressure
made
him
wince
just
perceptibly
.
He
was
silent
,
and
she
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
She
now
understood
what
had
happened
to
him
two
days
before
.
In
his
words
,
his
tone
,
and
especially
in
that
calm
,
almost
antagonistic
look
could
be
felt
an
estrangement
from
everything
belonging
to
this
world
,
terrible
in
one
who
is
alive
.
Evidently
only
with
an
effort
did
he
understand
anything
living
;
but
it
was
obvious
that
he
failed
to
understand
,
not
because
he
lacked
the
power
to
do
so
but
because
he
understood
something
else
--
something
the
living
did
not
and
could
not
understand
--
and
which
wholly
occupied
his
mind
.
