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“Why should he have deceived me in this,” replied Nadia, “when he deceived me in no other way?”
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“He bore it!” murmured Marfa, shuddering.
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“Was he tall?” she asked.
“Very tall.”
“And very handsome? Come, speak, my daughter.”
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“It was my son! I tell you it was my son!” exclaimed the old woman, embracing Nadia.
“Your son!” said Nadia amazed, “your son!”
“Come,” said Marfa; “let us get to the bottom of this, my child. Your companion, your friend, your protector had a mother. Did he never speak to you of his mother?”
“Of his mother?” said Nadia. “He spoke to me of his mother as I spoke to him of my father — often, always. He adored her.”
“Nadia, Nadia, you have just told me about my own son,” said the old woman.
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“No,” answered Nadia, “no, he was not.”
“Not!” cried Marfa. “You dare to tell me not!”
“I say so: but it remains to me to tell you that from motives which outweighed everything else, motives which I do not know, I understand that Nicholas Korpanoff had to traverse the country |
