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She
rose
and
smoothed
her
hair
,
which
was
as
usual
so
extremely
smooth
that
it
seemed
to
be
made
of
one
piece
with
her
head
and
covered
with
varnish
.
"
Has
anything
happened
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
am
so
terrified
.
"
"
No
,
there
is
no
change
.
I
only
came
to
have
a
talk
about
business
,
Catiche
,
"
*
muttered
the
prince
,
seating
himself
wearily
on
the
chair
she
had
just
vacated
.
"
You
have
made
the
place
warm
,
I
must
say
,
"
he
remarked
.
"
Well
,
sit
down
:
let
's
have
a
talk
.
"
*
Catherine
.
"
I
thought
perhaps
something
had
happened
,
"
she
said
with
her
unchanging
stonily
severe
expression
;
and
,
sitting
down
opposite
the
prince
,
she
prepared
to
listen
.
"
I
wished
to
get
a
nap
,
mon
cousin
,
but
I
ca
n't
.
"
"
Well
,
my
dear
?
"
said
Prince
Vasíli
,
taking
her
hand
and
bending
it
downwards
as
was
his
habit
.
It
was
plain
that
this
"
well
?
"
referred
to
much
that
they
both
understood
without
naming
.
The
princess
,
who
had
a
straight
,
rigid
body
,
abnormally
long
for
her
legs
,
looked
directly
at
Prince
Vasíli
with
no
sign
of
emotion
in
her
prominent
gray
eyes
.
Then
she
shook
her
head
and
glanced
up
at
the
icons
with
a
sigh
.
This
might
have
been
taken
as
an
expression
of
sorrow
and
devotion
,
or
of
weariness
and
hope
of
resting
before
long
.
Prince
Vasíli
understood
it
as
an
expression
of
weariness
.
"
And
I
?
"
he
said
;
"
do
you
think
it
is
easier
for
me
?
I
am
as
worn
out
as
a
post
horse
,
but
still
I
must
have
a
talk
with
you
,
Catiche
,
a
very
serious
talk
.
