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She
looked
timidly
at
her
brother
.
"
Even
if
it
were
a
great
deal
of
trouble
...
"
answered
Prince
Andrew
,
as
if
guessing
what
it
was
about
.
"
Think
what
you
please
!
I
know
you
are
just
like
Father
.
Think
as
you
please
,
but
do
this
for
my
sake
!
Please
do
!
Father
's
father
,
our
grandfather
,
wore
it
in
all
his
wars
.
"
(
She
still
did
not
take
out
what
she
was
holding
in
her
reticule
.
)
"
So
you
promise
?
"
"
Of
course
.
What
is
it
?
"
"
Andrew
,
I
bless
you
with
this
icon
and
you
must
promise
me
you
will
never
take
it
off
.
Do
you
promise
?
"
"
If
it
does
not
weigh
a
hundredweight
and
wo
n't
break
my
neck
...
To
please
you
...
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
But
immediately
,
noticing
the
pained
expression
his
joke
had
brought
to
his
sister
's
face
,
he
repented
and
added
:
"
I
am
glad
;
really
,
dear
,
I
am
very
glad
.
"
"
Against
your
will
He
will
save
and
have
mercy
on
you
and
bring
you
to
Himself
,
for
in
Him
alone
is
truth
and
peace
,
"
said
she
in
a
voice
trembling
with
emotion
,
solemnly
holding
up
in
both
hands
before
her
brother
a
small
,
oval
,
antique
,
dark-faced
icon
of
the
Saviour
in
a
gold
setting
,
on
a
finely
wrought
silver
chain
.
She
crossed
herself
,
kissed
the
icon
,
and
handed
it
to
Andrew
.
"
Please
,
Andrew
,
for
my
sake
!
...
"
Rays
of
gentle
light
shone
from
her
large
,
timid
eyes
.
Those
eyes
lit
up
the
whole
of
her
thin
,
sickly
face
and
made
it
beautiful
.
Her
brother
would
have
taken
the
icon
,
but
she
stopped
him
.
