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by not letting him commit this injustice, not letting him die with the thought that he has made miserable those Those who have sacrificed everything for him, the princess caught him up; and she made an impulsive effort again to stand up, but the prince would not let her, a sacrifice he has never known how to appreciate. No, mon cousin, she added, with a sigh, I will remember that one can expect no reward in this world, that in this world there is no honour, no justice. Cunning and wickedness is what one wants in this world. Come, voyons, calm yourself; I know your noble heart. No, I have a wicked heart. I know your heart, repeated the prince. I value your affection, and I could wish you had the same opinion of me. Calm yourself and let us talk sensibly while there is timeperhaps twenty-four hours, perhaps one. Tell me all you know about the will, and whats of most consequence, where it is; you must know. We will take it now at once and show it to the count. He has no doubt forgotten about it and would wish to destroy it. You understand that my desire is to carry out his wishes religiously. That is what I came here for. I am only here to be of use to him and to you. Now I see it all. I know whose plotting this is. I know, the princess was saying. Thats not the point, my dear. Its all your precious Anna Mihalovna, your protégée whom I wouldnt take as a housemaid, the nasty creature. Do not let us waste time. Oh, dont talk to me! Last winter she forced her way in here and told such a pack of vile, mean tales to the count about all of us, especially SophieI cant repeat themthat it made the count ill, and he wouldnt see us for a fortnight. It was at that time, I know, he wrote that hateful, infamous document, but I thought it was of no consequence. There we are. Why didnt you tell us about it before? Its in the inlaid portfolio that he keeps under his pillow. Now I know, said the princess, making no reply. Yes, if I have a sin to my account, a great sin, its my hatred of that infamous woman, almost shrieked the princess, utterly transformed. And why does she force herself in here? But Ill have it out with her. The time will come! |
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