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Princess
Mary
had
long
since
put
aside
her
book
:
she
sat
silent
,
her
luminous
eyes
fixed
on
her
nurse
's
wrinkled
face
(
every
line
of
which
she
knew
so
well
)
,
on
the
lock
of
gray
hair
that
escaped
from
under
the
kerchief
,
and
the
loose
skin
that
hung
under
her
chin
.
Nurse
Sávishna
,
knitting
in
hand
,
was
telling
in
low
tones
,
scarcely
hearing
or
understanding
her
own
words
,
what
she
had
told
hundreds
of
times
before
:
how
the
late
princess
had
given
birth
to
Princess
Mary
in
Kishenëv
with
only
a
Moldavian
peasant
woman
to
help
instead
of
a
midwife
.
"
God
is
merciful
,
doctors
are
never
needed
,
"
she
said
.
Suddenly
a
gust
of
wind
beat
violently
against
the
casement
of
the
window
,
from
which
the
double
frame
had
been
removed
(
by
order
of
the
prince
,
one
window
frame
was
removed
in
each
room
as
soon
as
the
larks
returned
)
,
and
,
forcing
open
a
loosely
closed
latch
,
set
the
damask
curtain
flapping
and
blew
out
the
candle
with
its
chill
,
snowy
draft
.
Princess
Mary
shuddered
;
her
nurse
,
putting
down
the
stocking
she
was
knitting
,
went
to
the
window
and
leaning
out
tried
to
catch
the
open
casement
.
The
cold
wind
flapped
the
ends
of
her
kerchief
and
her
loose
locks
of
gray
hair
.
"
Princess
,
my
dear
,
there
's
someone
driving
up
the
avenue
!
"
she
said
,
holding
the
casement
and
not
closing
it
.
"
With
lanterns
.
Most
likely
the
doctor
.
"
"
Oh
,
my
God
!
thank
God
!
"
said
Princess
Mary
.
"
I
must
go
and
meet
him
,
he
does
not
know
Russian
.
"
Princess
Mary
threw
a
shawl
over
her
head
and
ran
to
meet
the
newcomer
.
As
she
was
crossing
the
anteroom
she
saw
through
the
window
a
carriage
with
lanterns
,
standing
at
the
entrance
.
She
went
out
on
the
stairs
.
On
a
banister
post
stood
a
tallow
candle
which
guttered
in
the
draft
.
On
the
landing
below
,
Philip
,
the
footman
,
stood
looking
scared
and
holding
another
candle
Still
lower
,
beyond
the
turn
of
the
staircase
,
one
could
hear
the
footstep
of
someone
in
thick
felt
boots
,
and
a
voice
that
seemed
familiar
to
Princess
Mary
was
saying
something
.
"
Thank
God
!
"
said
the
voice
.
"
And
Father
?
"
"
Gone
to
bed
,
"
replied
the
voice
of
Demyán
the
house
steward
,
who
was
downstairs
.
