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* It was, however, impossible to worry about the Viscount for during the next weeks there was so much to do that every night Anastasia was exhausted when the time came for her to go to bed. There were first of all innumerable trips to London to choose clothes, to fit them and to indulge in an orgy of shopping such as she had never experienced before. Besides this there was an incessant stream of visitors, some of them so distinguished that Anastasia had never expected them to condescend to someone so unimportant as herself. The Prime Minister requested the Grand Duchess to bring Anastasia to number 10 Downing Street, but Lord John Russell, the distinguished Foreign Secretary, called in person at Hampton Court Palace. “I do not need to tell Your Royal Highness,” he said, “the political