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"
Well
,
now
,
good-by
!
"
He
gave
his
son
his
hand
to
kiss
,
and
embraced
him
.
"
Remember
this
,
Prince
Andrew
,
if
they
kill
you
it
will
hurt
me
,
your
old
father
...
"
he
paused
unexpectedly
,
and
then
in
a
querulous
voice
suddenly
shrieked
:
"
but
if
I
hear
that
you
have
not
behaved
like
a
son
of
Nicholas
Bolkónski
,
I
shall
be
ashamed
!
"
"
You
need
not
have
said
that
to
me
,
Father
,
"
said
the
son
with
a
smile
.
The
old
man
was
silent
.
"
I
also
wanted
to
ask
you
,
"
continued
Prince
Andrew
,
"
if
I
'm
killed
and
if
I
have
a
son
,
do
not
let
him
be
taken
away
from
you
--
as
I
said
yesterday
...
let
him
grow
up
with
you
...
Please
.
"
"
Not
let
the
wife
have
him
?
"
said
the
old
man
,
and
laughed
.
They
stood
silent
,
facing
one
another
.
The
old
man
's
sharp
eyes
were
fixed
straight
on
his
son
's
.
Something
twitched
in
the
lower
part
of
the
old
prince
's
face
.
"
We
've
said
good-by
.
Go
!
"
he
suddenly
shouted
in
a
loud
,
angry
voice
,
opening
his
door
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
?
"
asked
both
princesses
when
they
saw
for
a
moment
at
the
door
Prince
Andrew
and
the
figure
of
the
old
man
in
a
white
dressing
gown
,
spectacled
and
wigless
,
shouting
in
an
angry
voice
.
Prince
Andrew
sighed
and
made
no
reply
.
"
Well
!
"
he
said
,
turning
to
his
wife
.
