"Do trust my father, Paulina. I'm sure he can help you. He will tell
you who he is soon, I know," the beautiful little girl said.
"Yes, little one," the stranger said. "I know someone who could speak
to the Emperor about your father, and perhaps he could be pardoned.
Please tell me your name; and then before you go away I will answer
any questions about myself you may ask me."
"Do tell my father, Paulina," the little girl urged.
Paulina threw her arms about the stranger's knees.
"O, if you could only get the Emperor to pardon him.--But I do not ask
for a _pardon_--he has done nothing to be pardoned for. All that I ask
is that he may have justice done him. My father is Vladimir Betzkoi."
The stranger frowned, and then he whispered,
"There must be some mistake. He must be a good man to have such an
honest little daughter." Then he said to Paulina,
"Do you believe now that I am an honest man, since you have seen my
daughter?"
"O, yes, indeed I do. You couldn't help being good and honest. She is
so beautiful. I think her face is like what a queen's should be,"
Paulina answered eagerly.
The stranger and his little daughter smiled, and the man said,
"Well, I believe that your father is an honest man since I have seen
you. And I can tell you now, I _know_ he will be pardoned.
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