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"Where is Georgi? " asked Freder, his eyes wandering through Josaphat's three rooms, which stretched out before him -- beautiful, with a rather bewildering superabundance of armchairs, divans and silk cushions, with curtains which goldenly obscured the light.
"Who? " asked Josaphat, listlessly. He had waited, had not slept and his eyes stood excessively large in his thin, almost white face. His gaze, which he did not take from Freder, was like hands which are raised adoringly.