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then,  prince,  sit  down  here,  no,  nearer,  come  nearer  the
            light! I want to have a good look at you. So, now then, who
           is this abbot?’
              ‘Abbot Pafnute,’ said our friend, seriously and with def-
            erence.
              ‘Pafnute, yes. And who was he?’
              Mrs. Epanchin put these questions hastily and brusquely,
            and when the prince answered she nodded her head sagely
            at each word he said.
              ‘The Abbot Pafnute lived in the fourteenth century,’ be-
            gan the prince; ‘he was in charge of one of the monasteries
            on the Volga, about where our present Kostroma govern-
           ment lies. He went to Oreol and helped in the great matters
           then  going  on  in  the  religious  world;  he  signed  an  edict
           there, and I have seen a print of his signature; it struck me,
            so I copied it. When the general asked me, in his study, to
           write something for him, to show my handwriting, I wrote
           ‘The Abbot Pafnute signed this,’ in the exact handwriting of
           the abbot. The general liked it very much, and that’s why he
           recalled it just now. ‘
              ‘Aglaya, make a note of ‘Pafnute,’ or we shall forget him.
           H’m! and where is this signature?’
              ‘I think it was left on the general’s table.’
              ‘Let it be sent for at once!’
              ‘Oh, I’ll write you a new one in half a minute,’ said the
           prince, ‘if you like!’
              ‘Of  course,  mamma!’  said  Alexandra.  ‘But  let’s  have
            lunch now, we are all hungry!’
              ‘Yes; come along, prince,’ said the mother, ‘are you very

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