, asifithadlongbeenwatchingforthis, , bright, , , wet, , totherightwasaleafytreewithbrilliantlywhitetrunkandbranches, andaboveitshonethemoon, nearlyatitsfull, inapale, almoststarless, .
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"Justoncemore," saidagirlishvoiceabovehimwhichPrinceAndrewrecognizedatonce.
"Butwhenareyoucomingtobed?" repliedanothervoice.
"Iwon't, Ican'tsleep, what'stheuse? Comenowforthelasttime."
Twogirlishvoicessangamusicalpassage—theendofsomesong.
"Oh, howlovely! Nowgotosleep, andthere'sanendofit."
"Yougotosleep, butIcan't," saidthefirstvoice, , , , too, darednotstir, forfearofbetrayinghisunintentionalpresence.
"Sonya! Sonya!" heagainheardthefirstspeaker."Oh, howcanyousleep? Onlylookhowgloriousitis! Ah, howglorious! Dowakeup, Sonya!" shesaidalmostwithtearsinhervoice."Therenever, neverwassuchalovelynightbefore!"
Sonyamadesomereluctantreply.
"Dojustcomeandseewhatamoon!...Oh, howlovely! Comehere....Darling, sweetheart, comehere! There, yousee? Ifeellikesittingdownonmyheels,puttingmyarmsroundmykneeslikethis, strainingtight, astightaspossible, andflyingaway! Likethis...."
"Takecare, you'llfallout."
HeheardthesoundofascuffleandSonya'sdisapprovingvoice: "It'spastoneo'clock."
"Oh, , go, go!"
Againallwassilent, .
"OGod, OGod! Whatdoesitmean?" shesuddenlyexclaimed."Tobedthen, ifitmustbe!" andsheslammedthecasement.
"ForherImightaswellnotexist!" thoughtPrinceAndrewwhilehelistenedtohervoice, forsomereasonexpectingyetfearingthatshemightsaysomethingabouthim."Theresheisagain! Asifitwereonpurpose," thoughthe.
Inhissoultheresuddenlyarosesuchanunexpectedturmoilofyouthfulthoughtsandhopes, contrarytothewholetenorofhislife, thatunabletoexplainhisconditiontohimselfhelaydownandfellasleepatonce.
