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Natásha
put
her
hand
on
her
mother
's
mouth
.
"
About
Borís
...
I
know
,
"
she
said
seriously
;
"
that
's
what
I
have
come
about
.
Do
n't
say
it
--
I
know
.
No
,
do
tell
me
!
"
and
she
removed
her
hand
.
"
Tell
me
,
Mamma
!
He
's
nice
?
"
"
Natásha
,
you
are
sixteen
.
At
your
age
I
was
married
.
You
say
Borís
is
nice
.
He
is
very
nice
,
and
I
love
him
like
a
son
.
But
what
then
?
...
What
are
you
thinking
about
?
You
have
quite
turned
his
head
,
I
can
see
that
...
"
As
she
said
this
the
countess
looked
round
at
her
daughter
.
Natásha
was
lying
looking
steadily
straight
before
her
at
one
of
the
mahogany
sphinxes
carved
on
the
corners
of
the
bedstead
,
so
that
the
countess
only
saw
her
daughter
's
face
in
profile
.
That
face
struck
her
by
its
peculiarly
serious
and
concentrated
expression
.
Natásha
was
listening
and
considering
.
"
Well
,
what
then
?
"
said
she
.
"
You
have
quite
turned
his
head
,
and
why
?
What
do
you
want
of
him
?
You
know
you
ca
n't
marry
him
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
said
Natásha
,
without
changing
her
position
.
"
Because
he
is
young
,
because
he
is
poor
,
because
he
is
a
relation
...
and
because
you
yourself
do
n't
love
him
.
"
