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"Ach, what are you saying, Dounia! Don't be angry, please,

Rodya.... Why did you say that, Dounia?" Pulcheria Alexandrovna

began, overwhelmed--"You see, coming here, I was dreaming all the

way, in the train, how we should meet, how we should talk over

everything together.... And I was so happy, I did not notice the

journey! But what am I saying? I am happy now.... You should not,

Dounia.... I am happy now--simply in seeing you, Rodya...."

"Hush, mother," he muttered in confusion, not looking at her, but

pressing her hand. "We shall have time to speak freely of

everything!"