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And
so
it
was
:
in
Sónya
's
place
sat
Natásha
who
had
just
come
in
noiselessly
.
Since
she
had
begun
looking
after
him
,
he
had
always
experienced
this
physical
consciousness
of
her
nearness
.
She
was
sitting
in
an
armchair
placed
sideways
,
screening
the
light
of
the
candle
from
him
,
and
was
knitting
a
stocking
.
She
had
learned
to
knit
stockings
since
Prince
Andrew
had
casually
mentioned
that
no
one
nursed
the
sick
so
well
as
old
nurses
who
knit
stockings
,
and
that
there
is
something
soothing
in
the
knitting
of
stockings
.
The
needles
clicked
lightly
in
her
slender
,
rapidly
moving
hands
,
and
he
could
clearly
see
the
thoughtful
profile
of
her
drooping
face
.
She
moved
,
and
the
ball
rolled
off
her
knees
.
She
started
,
glanced
round
at
him
,
and
screening
the
candle
with
her
hand
stooped
carefully
with
a
supple
and
exact
movement
,
picked
up
the
ball
,
and
regained
her
former
position
.
He
looked
at
her
without
moving
and
saw
that
she
wanted
to
draw
a
deep
breath
after
stooping
,
but
refrained
from
doing
so
and
breathed
cautiously
.
At
the
Tróitsa
monastery
they
had
spoken
of
the
past
,
and
he
had
told
her
that
if
he
lived
he
would
always
thank
God
for
his
wound
which
had
brought
them
together
again
,
but
after
that
they
never
spoke
of
the
future
.
"
Can
it
or
can
it
not
be
?
"
he
now
thought
as
he
looked
at
her
and
listened
to
the
light
click
of
the
steel
needles
.
"
Can
fate
have
brought
me
to
her
so
strangely
only
for
me
to
die
?
...
Is
it
possible
that
the
truth
of
life
has
been
revealed
to
me
only
to
show
me
that
I
have
spent
my
life
in
falsity
?
I
love
her
more
than
anything
in
the
world
!
But
what
am
I
to
do
if
I
love
her
?
"
he
thought
,
and
he
involuntarily
groaned
,
from
a
habit
acquired
during
his
sufferings
.
On
hearing
that
sound
Natásha
put
down
the
stocking
,
leaned
nearer
to
him
,
and
suddenly
,
noticing
his
shining
eyes
,
stepped
lightly
up
to
him
and
bent
over
him
.
"
You
are
not
asleep
?
"
"
No
,
I
have
been
looking
at
you
a
long
time
.
I
felt
you
come
in
.
No
one
else
gives
me
that
sense
of
soft
tranquillity
that
you
do
...
that
light
.
I
want
to
weep
for
joy
.
"
Natásha
drew
closer
to
him
.
Her
face
shone
with
rapturous
joy
.
