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A cloth was laid on a round table, and on it stood a china tea service and a silver spirit-lamp and tea kettle.

Alexey Alexandrovitch looked idly about at the endless familiar portraits which adorned the room, and sitting down to the table, he opened a New Testament lying upon it.

The rustle of the countess's silk skirt drew his attention off.

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