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mured, as he gazed like one entranced on the scene before him.
"Upon God's earth there is no spot like that," said Petrovitch, stretching forth his hand and pointing to the city. "'If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.' God keep Moscow the holy, Moscow the beautiful, the ancient city of the Czar, the fairest jewel of his crown, the apple of his eye!"
