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Darling
,
sweetheart
,
come
here
!
There
,
you
see
?
I
feel
like
sitting
down
on
my
heels
,
putting
my
arms
round
my
knees
like
this
,
straining
tight
,
as
tight
as
possible
,
and
flying
away
!
Like
this
...
"
"
Take
care
,
you
'll
fall
out
.
"
He
heard
the
sound
of
a
scuffle
and
Sónya
's
disapproving
voice
:
"
It
's
past
one
o'clock
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
only
spoil
things
for
me
.
All
right
,
go
,
go
!
"
Again
all
was
silent
,
but
Prince
Andrew
knew
she
was
still
sitting
there
.
From
time
to
time
he
heard
a
soft
rustle
and
at
times
a
sigh
.
"
O
God
,
O
God
!
What
does
it
mean
?
"
she
suddenly
exclaimed
.
"
To
bed
then
,
if
it
must
be
!
"
and
she
slammed
the
casement
.
"
For
her
I
might
as
well
not
exist
!
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
while
he
listened
to
her
voice
,
for
some
reason
expecting
yet
fearing
that
she
might
say
something
about
him
.
"
There
she
is
again
!
As
if
it
were
on
purpose
,
"
thought
he
.
In
his
soul
there
suddenly
arose
such
an
unexpected
turmoil
of
youthful
thoughts
and
hopes
,
contrary
to
the
whole
tenor
of
his
life
,
that
unable
to
explain
his
condition
to
himself
he
lay
down
and
fell
asleep
at
once
.
Next
morning
,
having
taken
leave
of
no
one
but
the
count
,
and
not
waiting
for
the
ladies
to
appear
,
Prince
Andrew
set
off
for
home
.
It
was
already
the
beginning
of
June
when
on
his
return
journey
he
drove
into
the
birch
forest
where
the
gnarled
old
oak
had
made
so
strange
and
memorable
an
impression
on
him
.
In
the
forest
the
harness
bells
sounded
yet
more
muffled
than
they
had
done
six
weeks
before
,
for
now
all
was
thick
,
shady
,
and
dense
,
and
the
young
firs
dotted
about
in
the
forest
did
not
jar
on
the
general
beauty
but
,
lending
themselves
to
the
mood
around
,
were
delicately
green
with
fluffy
young
shoots
.
