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"
Nothing
,
"
answered
Princess
Mary
,
looking
firmly
with
her
radiant
eyes
at
her
sister-in-law
She
had
determined
not
to
tell
her
and
persuaded
her
father
to
hide
the
terrible
news
from
her
till
after
her
confinement
,
which
was
expected
within
a
few
days
.
Princess
Mary
and
the
old
prince
each
bore
and
hid
their
grief
in
their
own
way
.
The
old
prince
would
not
cherish
any
hope
:
he
made
up
his
mind
that
Prince
Andrew
had
been
killed
,
and
though
he
sent
an
official
to
Austria
to
seek
for
traces
of
his
son
,
he
ordered
a
monument
from
Moscow
which
he
intended
to
erect
in
his
own
garden
to
his
memory
,
and
he
told
everybody
that
his
son
had
been
killed
.
He
tried
not
to
change
his
former
way
of
life
,
but
his
strength
failed
him
.
He
walked
less
,
ate
less
,
slept
less
,
and
became
weaker
every
day
.
Princess
Mary
hoped
.
She
prayed
for
her
brother
as
living
and
was
always
awaiting
news
of
his
return
.
"
Dearest
,
"
said
the
little
princess
after
breakfast
on
the
morning
of
the
nineteenth
March
,
and
her
downy
little
lip
rose
from
old
habit
,
but
as
sorrow
was
manifest
in
every
smile
,
the
sound
of
every
word
,
and
even
every
footstep
in
that
house
since
the
terrible
news
had
come
,
so
now
the
smile
of
the
little
princess
--
influenced
by
the
general
mood
though
without
knowing
its
cause
--
was
such
as
to
remind
one
still
more
of
the
general
sorrow
.
"
Dearest
,
I
'm
afraid
this
morning
's
fruschtique
*
--
as
Fóka
the
cook
calls
it
--
has
disagreed
with
me
.
"
*
Frühstück
:
breakfast
.
"
What
is
the
matter
with
you
,
my
darling
?
You
look
pale
.
Oh
,
you
are
very
pale
!
"
said
Princess
Mary
in
alarm
,
running
with
her
soft
,
ponderous
steps
up
to
her
sister-in-law
.
"
Your
excellency
,
should
not
Mary
Bogdánovna
be
sent
for
?
"
said
one
of
the
maids
who
was
present
.
(
Mary
Bogdánovna
was
a
midwife
from
the
neighboring
town
,
who
had
been
at
Bald
Hills
for
the
last
fortnight
.
)
"
Oh
yes
,
"
assented
Princess
Mary
,
"
perhaps
that
's
it
.
I
'll
go
.
Courage
,
my
angel
.
"
She
kissed
Lise
and
was
about
to
leave
the
room
.
"
Oh
,
no
,
no
!
"
And
besides
the
pallor
and
the
physical
suffering
on
the
little
princess
'
face
,
an
expression
of
childish
fear
of
inevitable
pain
showed
itself
.
"
No
,
it
's
only
indigestion
?
...
Say
it
's
only
indigestion
,
say
so
,
Mary
!
Say
...
"
And
the
little
princess
began
to
cry
capriciously
like
a
suffering
child
and
to
wring
her
little
hands
even
with
some
affectation
.
Princess
Mary
ran
out
of
the
room
to
fetch
Mary
Bogdánovna
.
