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"
Go
,
go
to
him
.
He
is
asking
for
your
hand
,
"
said
the
countess
,
coldly
it
seemed
to
Natásha
.
"
Go
...
go
,
"
said
the
mother
,
sadly
and
reproachfully
,
with
a
deep
sigh
,
as
her
daughter
ran
away
.
Natásha
never
remembered
how
she
entered
the
drawing
room
.
When
she
came
in
and
saw
him
she
paused
.
"
Is
it
possible
that
this
stranger
has
now
become
everything
to
me
?
"
she
asked
herself
,
and
immediately
answered
,
"
Yes
,
everything
!
He
alone
is
now
dearer
to
me
than
everything
in
the
world
.
"
Prince
Andrew
came
up
to
her
with
downcast
eyes
.
"
I
have
loved
you
from
the
very
first
moment
I
saw
you
.
May
I
hope
?
"
He
looked
at
her
and
was
struck
by
the
serious
impassioned
expression
of
her
face
.
Her
face
said
:
"
Why
ask
?
Why
doubt
what
you
can
not
but
know
?
Why
speak
,
when
words
can
not
express
what
one
feels
?
"
She
drew
near
to
him
and
stopped
.
He
took
her
hand
and
kissed
it
.
"
Do
you
love
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
!
"
Natásha
murmured
as
if
in
vexation
.
Then
she
sighed
loudly
and
,
catching
her
breath
more
and
more
quickly
,
began
to
sob
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
am
so
happy
!
"
she
replied
,
smiled
through
her
tears
,
bent
over
closer
to
him
,
paused
for
an
instant
as
if
asking
herself
whether
she
might
,
and
then
kissed
him
.
Prince
Andrew
held
her
hands
,
looked
into
her
eyes
,
and
did
not
find
in
his
heart
his
former
love
for
her
.
Something
in
him
had
suddenly
changed
;
there
was
no
longer
the
former
poetic
and
mystic
charm
of
desire
,
but
there
was
pity
for
her
feminine
and
childish
weakness
,
fear
at
her
devotion
and
trustfulness
,
and
an
oppressive
yet
joyful
sense
of
the
duty
that
now
bound
him
to
her
forever
.
The
present
feeling
,
though
not
so
bright
and
poetic
as
the
former
,
was
stronger
and
more
serious
.
