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I could scarcely believe my eyes. The blood rushed to the old man¡¯s head and flooded his cheeks; he started. Anna Andreyevna stood with clasped hands looking at him imploringly. Her face beamed with joyful hope. The old man¡¯s flush, his shame before us. . . . Yes, she was not mistaken, she knew now how her locket had been lost!
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