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All was prepared for a cordial, festive reception in the Hotel de l'Europe, the same hotel in which Lensky had lived thirty years before, and in which everything had changed, as all Rome.
Natascha had on an embroidered white dress in honor of his arrival. Mascha declared that she recognized him; at any rate, she displayed the utmost friendliness. When he took her in his arms she passed her tiny hands caressingly over his rough, wrinkled cheeks, and the old man rejoiced in the fresh young bud, and could not kiss her enough.