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"
You
remember
,
"
said
Sónya
with
a
solemn
and
frightened
expression
.
"
You
remember
when
I
looked
in
the
mirror
for
you
...
at
Otrádnoe
at
Christmas
?
Do
you
remember
what
I
saw
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
cried
Natásha
opening
her
eyes
wide
,
and
vaguely
recalling
that
Sónya
had
told
her
something
about
Prince
Andrew
whom
she
had
seen
lying
down
.
"
You
remember
?
"
Sónya
went
on
.
"
I
saw
it
then
and
told
everybody
,
you
and
Dunyásha
.
I
saw
him
lying
on
a
bed
,
"
said
she
,
making
a
gesture
with
her
hand
and
a
lifted
finger
at
each
detail
,
"
and
that
he
had
his
eyes
closed
and
was
covered
just
with
a
pink
quilt
,
and
that
his
hands
were
folded
,
"
she
concluded
,
convincing
herself
that
the
details
she
had
just
seen
were
exactly
what
she
had
seen
in
the
mirror
.
She
had
in
fact
seen
nothing
then
but
had
mentioned
the
first
thing
that
came
into
her
head
,
but
what
she
had
invented
then
seemed
to
her
now
as
real
as
any
other
recollection
.
She
not
only
remembered
what
she
had
then
said
--
that
he
turned
to
look
at
her
and
smiled
and
was
covered
with
something
red
--
but
was
firmly
convinced
that
she
had
then
seen
and
said
that
he
was
covered
with
a
pink
quilt
and
that
his
eyes
were
closed
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
it
really
was
pink
!
"
cried
Natásha
,
who
now
thought
she
too
remembered
the
word
pink
being
used
,
and
saw
in
this
the
most
extraordinary
and
mysterious
part
of
the
prediction
.
"
But
what
does
it
mean
?
"
she
added
meditatively
.
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
know
,
it
is
all
so
strange
,
"
replied
Sónya
,
clutching
at
her
head
.
A
few
minutes
later
Prince
Andrew
rang
and
Natásha
went
to
him
,
but
Sónya
,
feeling
unusually
excited
and
touched
,
remained
at
the
window
thinking
about
the
strangeness
of
what
had
occurred
.
They
had
an
opportunity
that
day
to
send
letters
to
the
army
,
and
the
countess
was
writing
to
her
son
