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that raged in her heart, and was he going to make
fun of it? Anyhow, he suddenly turned to Olga
and said:
‘Very well, Olga, as Tania does not want to
come, you sit up here.’
This was an unexpected blow to Tania; she
was too much taken aback to protest, and could
only stare in silence at her happy rival, who was
sitting on her uncle’s knee enjoying herself, and
quite flushed with excitement.
At last—Tania did not know how it came, it
was as if somebody had given her a push—she
rushed forward and plunged her teeth into Olga’s
white arm just above the elbow.
The attack was so sudden, that neither of the
three could say anything; they stared at each
other for some moments. At last Olga gave a
shriek, which roused them to consciousness.
Tania felt deeply ashamed, and ran out of the
room. ‘You nasty, wicked girl!’ her uncle cried
angrily after her.
Her constant resort in all her childish griefs
was her former nurse, dear old Njania; and
with her she sought relief now. Hiding her face in
Njania’s lap, she had a good long cry. No
questions were asked; the old woman only kept
patting her head, muttering, ‘Poor darling, now
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