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Pierre
took
off
his
coat
,
waistcoat
,
and
left
boot
according
to
the
Rhetor
's
instructions
.
The
Mason
drew
the
shirt
back
from
Pierre
's
left
breast
,
and
stooping
down
pulled
up
the
left
leg
of
his
trousers
to
above
the
knee
.
Pierre
hurriedly
began
taking
off
his
right
boot
also
and
was
going
to
tuck
up
the
other
trouser
leg
to
save
this
stranger
the
trouble
,
but
the
Mason
told
him
that
was
not
necessary
and
gave
him
a
slipper
for
his
left
foot
.
With
a
childlike
smile
of
embarrassment
,
doubt
,
and
self-derision
,
which
appeared
on
his
face
against
his
will
,
Pierre
stood
with
his
arms
hanging
down
and
legs
apart
,
before
his
brother
Rhetor
,
and
awaited
his
further
commands
.
"
And
now
,
in
token
of
candor
,
I
ask
you
to
reveal
to
me
your
chief
passion
,
"
said
the
latter
.
"
My
passion
!
I
have
had
so
many
,
"
replied
Pierre
.
"
That
passion
which
more
than
all
others
caused
you
to
waver
on
the
path
of
virtue
,
"
said
the
Mason
.
Pierre
paused
,
seeking
a
reply
"
Wine
?
Gluttony
?
Idleness
?
Laziness
?
Irritability
?
Anger
?
Women
?
"
He
went
over
his
vices
in
his
mind
,
not
knowing
to
which
of
them
to
give
the
pre-eminence
.
"
Women
,
"
he
said
in
a
low
,
scarcely
audible
voice
.
The
Mason
did
not
move
and
for
a
long
time
said
nothing
after
this
answer
.
At
last
he
moved
up
to
Pierre
and
,
taking
the
kerchief
that
lay
on
the
table
,
again
bound
his
eyes
.
"
For
the
last
time
I
say
to
you
--
turn
all
your
attention
upon
yourself
,
put
a
bridle
on
your
senses
,
and
seek
blessedness
,
not
in
passion
but
in
your
own
heart
.
The
source
of
blessedness
is
not
without
us
but
within
...
"
Pierre
had
already
long
been
feeling
in
himself
that
refreshing
source
of
blessedness
which
now
flooded
his
heart
with
glad
emotion
.
