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"
How
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
know
.
It
is
not
right
,
darling
!
"
"
But
if
I
want
to
...
"
said
Natásha
.
"
Leave
off
talking
nonsense
,
"
said
the
countess
.
"
But
if
I
want
to
...
"
"
Natásha
,
I
am
in
earnest
...
"
Natásha
did
not
let
her
finish
.
She
drew
the
countess
'
large
hand
to
her
,
kissed
it
on
the
back
and
then
on
the
palm
,
then
again
turned
it
over
and
began
kissing
first
one
knuckle
,
then
the
space
between
the
knuckles
,
then
the
next
knuckle
,
whispering
,
"
January
,
February
,
March
,
April
,
May
.
Speak
,
Mamma
,
why
do
n't
you
say
anything
?
Speak
!
"
said
she
,
turning
to
her
mother
,
who
was
tenderly
gazing
at
her
daughter
and
in
that
contemplation
seemed
to
have
forgotten
all
she
had
wished
to
say
.
"
It
wo
n't
do
,
my
love
!
Not
everyone
will
understand
this
friendship
dating
from
your
childish
days
,
and
to
see
him
so
intimate
with
you
may
injure
you
in
the
eyes
of
other
young
men
who
visit
us
,
and
above
all
it
torments
him
for
nothing
.
He
may
already
have
found
a
suitable
and
wealthy
match
,
and
now
he
's
half
crazy
.
"
"
Crazy
?
"
repeated
Natásha
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
some
things
about
myself
.
I
had
a
cousin
...
"
