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"
I
know
that
no
one
can
help
if
nature
does
not
do
her
work
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
evidently
confused
.
"
I
know
that
out
of
a
million
cases
only
one
goes
wrong
,
but
it
is
her
fancy
and
mine
.
They
have
been
telling
her
things
.
She
has
had
a
dream
and
is
frightened
.
"
"
Hm
...
Hm
...
"
muttered
the
old
prince
to
himself
,
finishing
what
he
was
writing
.
"
I
'll
do
it
.
"
He
signed
with
a
flourish
and
suddenly
turning
to
his
son
began
to
laugh
.
"
It
's
a
bad
business
,
eh
?
"
"
What
is
bad
,
Father
?
"
"
The
wife
!
"
said
the
old
prince
,
briefly
and
significantly
.
"
I
do
n't
understand
!
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
No
,
it
ca
n't
be
helped
,
lad
,
"
said
the
prince
.
"
They
're
all
like
that
;
one
ca
n't
unmarry
.
Do
n't
be
afraid
;
I
wo
n't
tell
anyone
,
but
you
know
it
yourself
.
"
He
seized
his
son
by
the
hand
with
small
bony
fingers
,
shook
it
,
looked
straight
into
his
son
's
face
with
keen
eyes
which
seemed
to
see
through
him
,
and
again
laughed
his
frigid
laugh
.
