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"
Good-by
,
Princess
!
"
said
he
.
She
started
,
flushed
,
and
sighed
deeply
.
"
Oh
,
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
she
said
as
if
waking
up
.
"
Are
you
going
already
,
Count
?
Well
then
,
good-by
!
Oh
,
but
the
cushion
for
the
countess
!
"
"
Wait
a
moment
,
I
'll
fetch
it
,
"
said
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
,
and
she
left
the
room
.
They
both
sat
silent
,
with
an
occasional
glance
at
one
another
.
"
Yes
,
Princess
,
"
said
Nicholas
at
last
with
a
sad
smile
,
"
it
does
n't
seem
long
ago
since
we
first
met
at
Boguchárovo
,
but
how
much
water
has
flowed
since
then
!
In
what
distress
we
all
seemed
to
be
then
,
yet
I
would
give
much
to
bring
back
that
time
...
but
there
's
no
bringing
it
back
.
"
Princess
Mary
gazed
intently
into
his
eyes
with
her
own
luminous
ones
as
he
said
this
.
She
seemed
to
be
trying
to
fathom
the
hidden
meaning
of
his
words
which
would
explain
his
feeling
for
her
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
said
she
,
"
but
you
have
no
reason
to
regret
the
past
,
Count
.
As
I
understand
your
present
life
,
I
think
you
will
always
recall
it
with
satisfaction
,
because
the
self-sacrifice
that
fills
it
now
...
"
"
I
can
not
accept
your
praise
,
"
he
interrupted
her
hurriedly
.
"
On
the
contrary
I
continually
reproach
myself
...
But
this
is
not
at
all
an
interesting
or
cheerful
subject
.
"
His
face
again
resumed
its
former
stiff
and
cold
expression
.
But
the
princess
had
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
man
she
had
known
and
loved
,
and
it
was
to
him
that
she
now
spoke
.
