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Chapter Four
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Alas, Tatiana fades away, grows pale, is wasting, and is mute! Nothing beguiles her 4 or moves her soul. Shaking gravely their heads, among themselves the neighbors whisper: Time, time she married!… 8 But that will do. I must make haste to cheer the imagination with the picture of happy love. I cannot help, my dears, 12 being constrained by pity; forgive me: I do love so much my dear Tatiana!