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Andrew
understood
,
crossed
himself
and
kissed
the
icon
.
There
was
a
look
of
tenderness
,
for
he
was
touched
,
but
also
a
gleam
of
irony
on
his
face
.
"
Thank
you
,
my
dear
.
"
She
kissed
him
on
the
forehead
and
sat
down
again
on
the
sofa
.
They
were
silent
for
a
while
.
"
As
I
was
saying
to
you
,
Andrew
,
be
kind
and
generous
as
you
always
used
to
be
.
Do
n't
judge
Lise
harshly
,
"
she
began
.
"
She
is
so
sweet
,
so
good-natured
,
and
her
position
now
is
a
very
hard
one
.
"
"
I
do
not
think
I
have
complained
of
my
wife
to
you
,
Másha
,
or
blamed
her
.
Why
do
you
say
all
this
to
me
?
"
Red
patches
appeared
on
Princess
Mary
's
face
and
she
was
silent
as
if
she
felt
guilty
.
"
I
have
said
nothing
to
you
,
but
you
have
already
been
talked
to
.
And
I
am
sorry
for
that
,
"
he
went
on
.
The
patches
grew
deeper
on
her
forehead
,
neck
,
and
cheeks
.
She
tried
to
say
something
but
could
not
.
Her
brother
had
guessed
right
:
the
little
princess
had
been
crying
after
dinner
and
had
spoken
of
her
forebodings
about
her
confinement
,
and
how
she
dreaded
it
,
and
had
complained
of
her
fate
,
her
father-in-law
,
and
her
husband
.
After
crying
she
had
fallen
asleep
.
Prince
Andrew
felt
sorry
for
his
sister
.
"
Know
this
,
Másha
:
I
ca
n't
reproach
,
have
not
reproached
,
and
never
shall
reproach
my
wife
with
anything
,
and
I
can
not
reproach
myself
with
anything
in
regard
to
her
;
and
that
always
will
be
so
in
whatever
circumstances
I
may
be
placed
.
But
if
you
want
to
know
the
truth
...
if
you
want
to
know
whether
I
am
happy
?
No
!
Is
she
happy
?
No
!
But
why
this
is
so
I
do
n't
know
...
"
As
he
said
this
he
rose
,
went
to
his
sister
,
and
,
stooping
,
kissed
her
forehead
.
His
fine
eyes
lit
up
with
a
thoughtful
,
kindly
,
and
unaccustomed
brightness
,
but
he
was
looking
not
at
his
sister
but
over
her
head
toward
the
darkness
of
the
open
doorway
.
