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Sónya
slammed
the
door
to
.
A
minute
later
they
let
the
count
in
.
He
was
wearing
a
blue
swallow-tail
coat
,
shoes
and
stockings
,
and
was
perfumed
and
his
hair
pomaded
.
"
Oh
,
Papa
!
how
nice
you
look
!
Charming
!
"
cried
Natásha
,
as
she
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
smoothing
out
the
folds
of
the
gauze
.
"
If
you
please
,
Miss
!
allow
me
,
"
said
the
maid
,
who
on
her
knees
was
pulling
the
skirt
straight
and
shifting
the
pins
from
one
side
of
her
mouth
to
the
other
with
her
tongue
.
"
Say
what
you
like
,
"
exclaimed
Sónya
,
in
a
despairing
voice
as
she
looked
at
Natásha
,
"
say
what
you
like
,
it
's
still
too
long
.
"
Natásha
stepped
back
to
look
at
herself
in
the
pier
glass
.
The
dress
was
too
long
.
"
Really
,
madam
,
it
is
not
at
all
too
long
,
"
said
Mávra
,
crawling
on
her
knees
after
her
young
lady
.
"
Well
,
if
it
's
too
long
we
'll
tack
it
up
...
we
'll
tack
it
up
in
one
minute
,
"
said
the
resolute
Dunyásha
taking
a
needle
that
was
stuck
on
the
front
of
her
little
shawl
and
,
still
kneeling
on
the
floor
,
set
to
work
once
more
At
that
moment
,
with
soft
steps
,
the
countess
came
in
shyly
,
in
her
cap
and
velvet
gown
.
"
Oo-oo
,
my
beauty
!
"
exclaimed
the
count
,
"
she
looks
better
than
any
of
you
!
"
He
would
have
embraced
her
but
,
blushing
,
she
stepped
aside
fearing
to
be
rumpled
.
