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"
I
see
someone
with
a
mustache
,
"
said
Natásha
,
seeing
her
own
face
.
"
You
must
n't
laugh
,
Miss
,
"
said
Dunyásha
.
With
Sónya
's
help
and
the
maid
's
,
Natásha
got
the
glass
she
held
into
the
right
position
opposite
the
other
;
her
face
assumed
a
serious
expression
and
she
sat
silent
.
She
sat
a
long
time
looking
at
the
receding
line
of
candles
reflected
in
the
glasses
and
expecting
(
from
tales
she
had
heard
)
to
see
a
coffin
,
or
him
,
Prince
Andrew
,
in
that
last
dim
,
indistinctly
outlined
square
.
But
ready
as
she
was
to
take
the
smallest
speck
for
the
image
of
a
man
or
of
a
coffin
,
she
saw
nothing
.
She
began
blinking
rapidly
and
moved
away
from
the
looking
glasses
.
"
Why
is
it
others
see
things
and
I
do
n't
?
"
she
said
.
"
You
sit
down
now
,
Sónya
.
You
absolutely
must
,
tonight
!
Do
it
for
me
...
Today
I
feel
so
frightened
!
"
Sónya
sat
down
before
the
glasses
,
got
the
right
position
,
and
began
looking
.
"
Now
,
Miss
Sónya
is
sure
to
see
something
,
"
whispered
Dunyásha
;
"
while
you
do
nothing
but
laugh
.
"
Sónya
heard
this
and
Natásha
's
whisper
:
"
I
know
she
will
.
She
saw
something
last
year
.
"
For
about
three
minutes
all
were
silent
.
"
Of
course
she
will
!
"
whispered
Natásha
,
but
did
not
finish
...
