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In the mean time her parents had come home,
but they had only just time to dress before the
guests arrived, so they did not notice their
youngest daughter’s absence till all were
gathered in the dining-room, ready to sit down
to table.
‘Where is Sonia?’ they both at once asked
Aniuta, who looked quite pale; at this moment
she appeared even taller and more self-conscious
than usual, with an expression of defiance, mixed
with excitement and expectation.
‘Sonia has gone out,’ she answered in a low
voice, trying in vain to prevent its vibration, and
evading her father’s eye.
‘Gone out! What do you mean? With
whom?’
‘By herself. There is a note on her
toilet-table.’
A servant was sent at once to fetch the note;
the party sat down to dinner in deep silence.
Sonia had dealt her blow better than she
probably knew herself, more cruelly than she could
have dreamed of. In her childish spite, with the
heedless selfishness of youth, which has no mercy,
because it does not realise the pain it gives, she
had hurt her father in his tenderest point.
In presence of all his relations this proud man
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