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"No! No! No! When your father writes to tell me that you are

behaving well I will give you my hand to kiss. Not till then!"

she said. And smilingly raising a finger at him, she left the

room.

CHAPTER V

They all separated, but, except Anatole who fell asleep as soon

as he got into bed, all kept awake a long time that night.

"Is he really to be my husband, this stranger who is so kind-yes,

kind, that is the chief thing," thought Princess Mary; and fear,

which she had seldom experienced, came upon her. She feared to

look round, it seemed to her that someone was there standing

behind the screen in the dark corner. And this someone was he-the

devil-and he was also this man with the white forehead, black

eyebrows, and red lips.

She rang for her maid and asked her to sleep in her room.