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She
was
much
altered
.
She
was
now
plain
rather
than
pretty
.
Her
cheeks
had
sunk
,
her
lip
was
drawn
up
,
and
her
eyes
drawn
down
.
"
Yes
,
I
feel
a
kind
of
oppression
,
"
she
said
in
reply
to
the
prince
's
question
as
to
how
she
felt
.
"
Do
you
want
anything
?
"
"
No
,
merci
,
mon
père
.
"
"
Well
,
all
right
,
all
right
.
"
He
left
the
room
and
went
to
the
waiting
room
where
Alpátych
stood
with
bowed
head
.
"
Has
the
snow
been
shoveled
back
?
"
"
Yes
,
your
excellency
.
Forgive
me
for
heaven
's
sake
...
It
was
only
my
stupidity
.
"
"
All
right
,
all
right
,
"
interrupted
the
prince
,
and
laughing
his
unnatural
way
,
he
stretched
out
his
hand
for
Alpátych
to
kiss
,
and
then
proceeded
to
his
study
.
Prince
Vasíli
arrived
that
evening
.
He
was
met
in
the
avenue
by
coachmen
and
footmen
,
who
,
with
loud
shouts
,
dragged
his
sleighs
up
to
one
of
the
lodges
over
the
road
purposely
laden
with
snow
.
