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"
I
promised
to
pay
tomorrow
,
"
said
Nicholas
.
"
Well
!
...
"
said
the
old
count
,
spreading
out
his
arms
and
sinking
helplessly
on
the
sofa
.
"
It
ca
n't
be
helped
!
It
happens
to
everyone
!
"
said
the
son
,
with
a
bold
,
free
,
and
easy
tone
,
while
in
his
soul
he
regarded
himself
as
a
worthless
scoundrel
whose
whole
life
could
not
atone
for
his
crime
.
He
longed
to
kiss
his
father
's
hands
and
kneel
to
beg
his
forgiveness
,
but
said
,
in
a
careless
and
even
rude
voice
,
that
it
happens
to
everyone
!
The
old
count
cast
down
his
eyes
on
hearing
his
son
's
words
and
began
bustlingly
searching
for
something
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
he
muttered
,
"
it
will
be
difficult
,
I
fear
,
difficult
to
raise
...
happens
to
everybody
!
Yes
,
who
has
not
done
it
?
"
And
with
a
furtive
glance
at
his
son
's
face
,
the
count
went
out
of
the
room
...
Nicholas
had
been
prepared
for
resistance
,
but
had
not
at
all
expected
this
.
"
Papa
!
Pa-pa
!
"
he
called
after
him
,
sobbing
,
"
forgive
me
!
"
And
seizing
his
father
's
hand
,
he
pressed
it
to
his
lips
and
burst
into
tears
.
While
father
and
son
were
having
their
explanation
,
the
mother
and
daughter
were
having
one
not
less
important
.
Natásha
came
running
to
her
mother
,
quite
excited
.
"
Mamma
!
...
Mamma
!
...
He
has
made
me
...
"
"
Made
what
?
"
