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"
Mamma
,
are
you
cross
?
Do
n't
be
cross
,
dear
!
Is
it
my
fault
?
"
"
No
,
but
what
is
it
,
my
dear
?
Do
you
want
me
to
go
and
tell
him
?
"
said
the
countess
smiling
.
"
No
,
I
will
do
it
myself
,
only
tell
me
what
to
say
.
It
's
all
very
well
for
you
,
"
said
Natásha
,
with
a
responsive
smile
.
"
You
should
have
seen
how
he
said
it
!
I
know
he
did
not
mean
to
say
it
,
but
it
came
out
accidently
.
"
"
Well
,
all
the
same
,
you
must
refuse
him
.
"
"
No
,
I
must
n't
.
I
am
so
sorry
for
him
!
He
's
so
nice
.
"
"
Well
then
,
accept
his
offer
.
It
's
high
time
for
you
to
be
married
,
"
answered
the
countess
sharply
and
sarcastically
.
"
No
,
Mamma
,
but
I
'm
so
sorry
for
him
.
I
do
n't
know
how
I
'm
to
say
it
.
"
"
And
there
's
nothing
for
you
to
say
.
I
shall
speak
to
him
myself
,
"
said
the
countess
,
indignant
that
they
should
have
dared
to
treat
this
little
Natásha
as
grown
up
.
"
No
,
not
on
any
account
!
I
will
tell
him
myself
,
and
you
'll
listen
at
the
door
,
"
and
Natásha
ran
across
the
drawing
room
to
the
dancing
hall
,
where
Denísov
was
sitting
on
the
same
chair
by
the
clavichord
with
his
face
in
his
hands
.
He
jumped
up
at
the
sound
of
her
light
step
.
