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* Fine eyes.

"Impossible!" cried Prince Andrew. "That would be too base."

"If we live we shall see," replied Bilibin, his face again

becoming smooth as a sign that the conversation was at an end.

When Prince Andrew reached the room prepared for him and lay down

in a clean shirt on the feather bed with its warmed and fragrant

pillows, he felt that the battle of which he had brought tidings

was far, far away from him. The alliance with Prussia, Austria's

treachery, Bonaparte's new triumph, tomorrow's levee and parade,

and the audience with the Emperor Francis occupied his thoughts.