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"
How
lovely
!
"
said
everyone
who
saw
her
;
and
the
vicomte
lifted
his
shoulders
and
dropped
his
eyes
as
if
startled
by
something
extraordinary
when
she
took
her
seat
opposite
and
beamed
upon
him
also
with
her
unchanging
smile
.
"
Madame
,
I
doubt
my
ability
before
such
an
audience
,
"
said
he
,
smilingly
inclining
his
head
.
The
princess
rested
her
bare
round
arm
on
a
little
table
and
considered
a
reply
unnecessary
.
She
smilingly
waited
.
All
the
time
the
story
was
being
told
she
sat
upright
,
glancing
now
at
her
beautiful
round
arm
,
altered
in
shape
by
its
pressure
on
the
table
,
now
at
her
still
more
beautiful
bosom
,
on
which
she
readjusted
a
diamond
necklace
.
From
time
to
time
she
smoothed
the
folds
of
her
dress
,
and
whenever
the
story
produced
an
effect
she
glanced
at
Anna
Pávlovna
,
at
once
adopted
just
the
expression
she
saw
on
the
maid
of
honor
's
face
,
and
again
relapsed
into
her
radiant
smile
.
The
little
princess
had
also
left
the
tea
table
and
followed
Hélène
.
"
Wait
a
moment
,
I
'll
get
my
work
...
Now
then
,
what
are
you
thinking
of
?
"
she
went
on
,
turning
to
Prince
Hippolyte
.
"
Fetch
me
my
workbag
.
"
There
was
a
general
movement
as
the
princess
,
smiling
and
talking
merrily
to
everyone
at
once
,
sat
down
and
gaily
arranged
herself
in
her
seat
.
"
Now
I
am
all
right
,
"
she
said
,
and
asking
the
vicomte
to
begin
,
she
took
up
her
work
.
Prince
Hippolyte
,
having
brought
the
workbag
,
joined
the
circle
and
moving
a
chair
close
to
hers
seated
himself
beside
her
.
Le
charmant
Hippolyte
was
surprising
by
his
extraordinary
resemblance
to
his
beautiful
sister
,
but
yet
more
by
the
fact
that
in
spite
of
this
resemblance
he
was
exceedingly
ugly
.
His
features
were
like
his
sister
's
,
but
while
in
her
case
everything
was
lit
up
by
a
joyous
,
self-satisfied
,
youthful
,
and
constant
smile
of
animation
,
and
by
the
wonderful
classic
beauty
of
her
figure
,
his
face
on
the
contrary
was
dulled
by
imbecility
and
a
constant
expression
of
sullen
self-confidence
,
while
his
body
was
thin
and
weak
.
His
eyes
,
nose
,
and
mouth
all
seemed
puckered
into
a
vacant
,
wearied
grimace
,
and
his
arms
and
legs
always
fell
into
unnatural
positions
.
"
It
's
not
going
to
be
a
ghost
story
?
"
said
he
,
sitting
down
beside
the
princess
and
hastily
adjusting
his
lorgnette
,
as
if
without
this
instrument
he
could
not
begin
to
speak
.
