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"
But
I
do
not
know
,
Father
!
"
"
There
's
no
need
to
talk
!
He
receives
his
orders
and
will
marry
you
or
anybody
;
but
you
are
free
to
choose
...
Go
to
your
room
,
think
it
over
,
and
come
back
in
an
hour
and
tell
me
in
his
presence
:
yes
or
no
.
I
know
you
will
pray
over
it
.
Well
,
pray
if
you
like
,
but
you
had
better
think
it
over
.
Go
!
Yes
or
no
,
yes
or
no
,
yes
or
no
!
"
he
still
shouted
when
the
princess
,
as
if
lost
in
a
fog
,
had
already
staggered
out
of
the
study
.
Her
fate
was
decided
and
happily
decided
.
But
what
her
father
had
said
about
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
was
dreadful
.
It
was
untrue
to
be
sure
,
but
still
it
was
terrible
,
and
she
could
not
help
thinking
of
it
.
She
was
going
straight
on
through
the
conservatory
,
neither
seeing
nor
hearing
anything
,
when
suddenly
the
well-known
whispering
of
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
aroused
her
.
She
raised
her
eyes
,
and
two
steps
away
saw
Anatole
embracing
the
Frenchwoman
and
whispering
something
to
her
.
With
a
horrified
expression
on
his
handsome
face
,
Anatole
looked
at
Princess
Mary
,
but
did
not
at
once
take
his
arm
from
the
waist
of
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
who
had
not
yet
seen
her
.
"
Who
's
that
?
Why
?
Wait
a
moment
!
"
Anatole
's
face
seemed
to
say
.
Princess
Mary
looked
at
them
in
silence
.
She
could
not
understand
it
.
At
last
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
gave
a
scream
and
ran
away
.
Anatole
bowed
to
Princess
Mary
with
a
gay
smile
,
as
if
inviting
her
to
join
in
a
laugh
at
this
strange
incident
,
and
then
shrugging
his
shoulders
went
to
the
door
that
led
to
his
own
apartments
.
An
hour
later
,
Tíkhon
came
to
call
Princess
Mary
to
the
old
prince
;
he
added
that
Prince
Vasíli
was
also
there
.
When
Tíkhon
came
to
her
Princess
Mary
was
sitting
on
the
sofa
in
her
room
,
holding
the
weeping
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
in
her
arms
and
gently
stroking
her
hair
.
The
princess
'
beautiful
eyes
with
all
their
former
calm
radiance
were
looking
with
tender
affection
and
pity
at
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
pretty
face
.
"
No
,
Princess
,
I
have
lost
your
affection
forever
!
"
said
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
.
"
Why
?
I
love
you
more
than
ever
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
"
and
I
will
try
to
do
all
I
can
for
your
happiness
.
"
"
But
you
despise
me
.
You
who
are
so
pure
can
never
understand
being
so
carried
away
by
passion
.
Oh
,
only
my
poor
mother
...
"
