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anything that reminded her of lessons; but seeing
Tania’s eagerness, she fancied something very
amusing must be going on, and she wanted to
know what it was. ‘May I come too?’ she
inquired, looking at Fedor Paulitsch with her fine
eyes.
‘Certainly, dear child,’ he answered, looking
kindly at her pretty little face.
Tania looked daggers, but Olga was not in the
least affected.
‘Olga doesn’t know anything about it, she
won’t understand,’ Tania objected discontentedly.
‘Well, then, we must talk about something
else which she likes to hear,’ Uncle Fedor
replied good-naturedly, taking both little girls by
the hand. Tania was very black; this was not
what she wanted at all; she felt as if she had
been deprived of a treasure which was hers by
right.
‘Well, Tania, come along and sit down here
on my lap,’ her uncle said, evidently not
noticing her bad humour; but Tania felt very
injured, and this proposal did not soothe her.
‘No, I won’t,’ she answered vehemently, and
squeezed herself into the corner, where she
remained sulking. The uncle looked at her with
an astonished smile. Did he suspect the jealousy
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