XII It was seven in the evening, and the prince was just preparing to go out for a walk in the park, when suddenly Mrs. Epanchin appeared on the terrace. “In the first place, don’t dare to suppose,” she began, “that I am going to apologize. Nonsense! You were entirely to blame.” The prince remained silent. “Were you to blame, or not?” “No, certainly not, no more than yourself, though at first I thought I was.” “Oh, very well, let’s sit down, at all events, for I don’t intend to…
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