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The old prince did not sleep either. Tikhon, half asleep, heard

him pacing angrily about and snorting. The old prince felt as

though he had been insulted through his daughter. The insult was

the more pointed because it concerned not himself but another,

his daughter, whom he loved more than himself. He kept telling

himself that he would consider the whole matter and decide what

was right and how he should act, but instead of that he only

excited himself more and more.