text: ' "And Anastasia sobbing exclaimed at last--'O my love my dearest friend Praskovia Vladimirovna take a sharp knife open my white breast look what is the matter there!' "'And wherefore need we take the sharp knife and wherefore need we open the white breast or look upon the rebellious heart? Surely by thy fair face all can tell my child how that fair face hath been darkened how the fresh bloom hath faded and bright eyes grown dull