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'That's exceedingly possible,' my father responded tranquilly. 'Does she speak French?' Voice Reading
'Very badly.' Voice Reading
'H'm. It's of no consequence anyway. I think you said you had asked the daughter too; some one was telling me she was a very charming and cultivated girl.' Voice Reading
'Ah! Then she can't take after her mother.' Voice Reading
'Nor her father either,' rejoined my father. 'He was cultivated indeed, but a fool.' Voice Reading
My mother sighed and sank into thought. My father said no more. I felt very uncomfortable during this conversation. Voice Reading
After dinner I went into the garden, but without my gun. Voice Reading
I swore to myself that I would not go near the Zasyekins' garden, but an irresistible force drew me thither, and not in vain. Voice Reading
I had hardly reached the fence when I caught sight of Zinaida. Voice Reading
This time she was alone. Voice Reading
She held a book in her hands, and was coming slowly along the path. Voice Reading
She did not notice me. Voice Reading
I almost let her pass by; but all at once I changed my mind and coughed. Voice Reading
She turned round, but did not stop, pushed back with one hand the broad blue ribbon of her round straw hat, looked at me, smiled slowly, and again bent her eyes on the book. Voice Reading
I took off my cap, and after hesitating a moment, walked away with a heavy heart. 'Que suis-je pour elle?' I thought (God knows why) in French. Voice Reading
Familiar footsteps sounded behind me; I looked round, my father came up to me with his light, rapid walk. Voice Reading
'Is that the young princess?' he asked me. Voice Reading
'Why, do you know her?' Voice Reading
'I saw her this morning at the princess's.' Voice Reading
My father stopped, and, turning sharply on his heel, went back. Voice Reading
When he was on a level with Zinaida, he made her a courteous bow. Voice Reading
She, too, bowed to him, with some astonishment on her face, and dropped her book. Voice Reading
I saw how she looked after him. Voice Reading
My father was always irreproachably dressed, simple and in a style of his own; but his figure had never struck me as more graceful, never had his grey hat sat more becomingly on his curls, which were scarcely perceptibly thinner than they had once been. Voice Reading

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