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Towards ten o'clock, when she usually said good-night to her son,

and often before going to a ball put him to bed herself, she felt

depressed at being so far from him; and whatever she was talking

about, she kept coming back in thought to her curly-headed

Seryozha. She longed to look at his photograph and talk of him.

Seizing the first pretext, she got up, and with her light,

resolute step went for her album. The stairs up to her room came

out on the landing of the great warm main staircase.

Just as she was leaving the drawing-room, a ring was heard in the

hall.

"Who can that be?" said Dolly.

"It's early for me to be fetched, and for anyone else it's late,"

observed Kitty.