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"
Yes
,
"
returned
Nicholas
.
"
You
're
not
cold
?
"
"
No
.
I
'm
quite
,
quite
all
right
.
I
feel
so
comfortable
!
"
answered
Natásha
,
almost
perplexed
by
her
feelings
.
They
remained
silent
a
long
while
.
The
night
was
dark
and
damp
.
They
could
not
see
the
horses
,
but
only
heard
them
splashing
through
the
unseen
mud
.
What
was
passing
in
that
receptive
childlike
soul
that
so
eagerly
caught
and
assimilated
all
the
diverse
impressions
of
life
?
How
did
they
all
find
place
in
her
?
But
she
was
very
happy
.
As
they
were
nearing
home
she
suddenly
struck
up
the
air
of
As
'
twas
growing
dark
last
night
--
the
tune
of
which
she
had
all
the
way
been
trying
to
get
and
had
at
last
caught
.
"
Got
it
?
"
said
Nicholas
.
"
What
were
you
thinking
about
just
now
,
Nicholas
?
"
inquired
Natásha
.
They
were
fond
of
asking
one
another
that
question
.
"
I
?
"
said
Nicholas
,
trying
to
remember
"
Well
,
you
see
,
first
I
thought
that
Rugáy
,
the
red
hound
,
was
like
Uncle
,
and
that
if
he
were
a
man
he
would
always
keep
Uncle
near
him
,
if
not
for
his
riding
,
then
for
his
manner
.
What
a
good
fellow
Uncle
is
!
Do
n't
you
think
so
?
...
Well
,
and
you
?
"
"
I
?
Wait
a
bit
,
wait
...
Yes
,
first
I
thought
that
we
are
driving
along
and
imagining
that
we
are
going
home
,
but
that
heaven
knows
where
we
are
really
going
in
the
darkness
,
and
that
we
shall
arrive
and
suddenly
find
that
we
are
not
in
Otrádnoe
,
but
in
Fairyland
.
And
then
I
thought
...
No
,
nothing
else
.
"
"
I
know
,
I
expect
you
thought
of
him
,
"
said
Nicholas
,
smiling
as
Natásha
knew
by
the
sound
of
his
voice
.
