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She
felt
that
it
was
impossible
to
ask
,
or
to
answer
,
in
words
.
Natásha
's
face
and
eyes
would
have
to
tell
her
all
more
clearly
and
profoundly
.
Natásha
was
gazing
at
her
,
but
seemed
afraid
and
in
doubt
whether
to
say
all
she
knew
or
not
;
she
seemed
to
feel
that
before
those
luminous
eyes
which
penetrated
into
the
very
depths
of
her
heart
,
it
was
impossible
not
to
tell
the
whole
truth
which
she
saw
.
And
suddenly
,
Natásha
's
lips
twitched
,
ugly
wrinkles
gathered
round
her
mouth
,
and
covering
her
face
with
her
hands
she
burst
into
sobs
.
Princess
Mary
understood
.
But
she
still
hoped
,
and
asked
,
in
words
she
herself
did
not
trust
:
"
But
how
is
his
wound
?
What
is
his
general
condition
?
"
"
You
,
you
...
will
see
,
"
was
all
Natásha
could
say
.
They
sat
a
little
while
downstairs
near
his
room
till
they
had
left
off
crying
and
were
able
to
go
to
him
with
calm
faces
.
"
How
has
his
whole
illness
gone
?
Is
it
long
since
he
grew
worse
?
When
did
this
happen
?
"
Princess
Mary
inquired
.
Natásha
told
her
that
at
first
there
had
been
danger
from
his
feverish
condition
and
the
pain
he
suffered
,
but
at
Tróitsa
that
had
passed
and
the
doctor
had
only
been
afraid
of
gangrene
.
That
danger
had
also
passed
When
they
reached
Yaroslávl
the
wound
had
begun
to
fester
(
Natásha
knew
all
about
such
things
as
festering
)
and
the
doctor
had
said
that
the
festering
might
take
a
normal
course
.
Then
fever
set
in
,
but
the
doctor
had
said
the
fever
was
not
very
serious
.
