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"
You
clear
out
of
this
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
never
loved
her
,
"
said
he
to
himself
;
"
I
knew
she
was
a
depraved
woman
,
"
he
repeated
,
"
but
dared
not
admit
it
to
myself
.
And
now
there
's
Dólokhov
sitting
in
the
snow
with
a
forced
smile
and
perhaps
dying
,
while
meeting
my
remorse
with
some
forced
bravado
!
"
Pierre
was
one
of
those
people
who
,
in
spite
of
an
appearance
of
what
is
called
weak
character
,
do
not
seek
a
confidant
in
their
troubles
.
He
digested
his
sufferings
alone
.
"
It
is
all
,
all
her
fault
,
"
he
said
to
himself
;
"
but
what
of
that
?
Why
did
I
bind
myself
to
her
?
Why
did
I
say
'
Je
vous
aime
'
*
to
her
,
which
was
a
lie
,
and
worse
than
a
lie
?
I
am
guilty
and
must
endure
...
what
?
A
slur
on
my
name
?
A
misfortune
for
life
?
Oh
,
that
's
nonsense
,
"
he
thought
.
"
The
slur
on
my
name
and
honor
--
that
's
all
apart
from
myself
.
"
*
I
love
you
.
"
Louis
XVI
was
executed
because
they
said
he
was
dishonorable
and
a
criminal
,
"
came
into
Pierre
's
head
,
"
and
from
their
point
of
view
they
were
right
,
as
were
those
too
who
canonized
him
and
died
a
martyr
's
death
for
his
sake
.
Then
Robespierre
was
beheaded
for
being
a
despot
.
Who
is
right
and
who
is
wrong
?
No
one
!
But
if
you
are
alive
--
live
:
tomorrow
you
'll
die
as
I
might
have
died
an
hour
ago
.
And
is
it
worth
tormenting
oneself
,
when
one
has
only
a
moment
of
life
in
comparison
with
eternity
?
"
But
at
the
moment
when
he
imagined
himself
calmed
by
such
reflections
,
she
suddenly
came
into
his
mind
as
she
was
at
the
moments
when
he
had
most
strongly
expressed
his
insincere
love
for
her
,
and
he
felt
the
blood
rush
to
his
heart
and
had
again
to
get
up
and
move
about
and
break
and
tear
whatever
came
to
his
hand
.
"
Why
did
I
tell
her
that
'
Je
vous
aime
'
?
"
he
kept
repeating
to
himself
.
And
when
he
had
said
it
for
the
tenth
time
,
Molière
's
words
:
"
Mais
que
diable
allait-il
faire
dans
cette
galère
?
"
*
occurred
to
him
,
and
he
began
to
laugh
at
himself
.
*
"
But
what
the
devil
was
he
doing
in
that
galley
?
"
In
the
night
he
called
his
valet
and
told
him
to
pack
up
to
go
to
Petersburg
.
He
could
not
imagine
how
he
could
speak
to
her
now
.
He
resolved
to
go
away
next
day
and
leave
a
letter
informing
her
of
his
intention
to
part
from
her
forever
.
