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This very sentence about Countess Zubova and this same laugh

Prince Andrew had already heard from his wife in the presence of

others some five times. He entered the room softly. The little

princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her

work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg

reminiscences and even phrases. Prince Andrew came up, stroked

her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey. She

answered him and continued her chatter.