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She
could
not
grasp
who
he
was
and
why
he
had
come
,
or
what
was
happening
to
her
.
When
she
saw
his
Russian
face
,
and
by
his
walk
and
the
first
words
he
uttered
recognized
him
as
a
man
of
her
own
class
,
she
glanced
at
him
with
her
deep
radiant
look
and
began
speaking
in
a
voice
that
faltered
and
trembled
with
emotion
.
This
meeting
immediately
struck
Rostóv
as
a
romantic
event
.
"
A
helpless
girl
overwhelmed
with
grief
,
left
to
the
mercy
of
coarse
,
rioting
peasants
!
And
what
a
strange
fate
sent
me
here
!
What
gentleness
and
nobility
there
are
in
her
features
and
expression
!
"
thought
he
as
he
looked
at
her
and
listened
to
her
timid
story
.
When
she
began
to
tell
him
that
all
this
had
happened
the
day
after
her
father
's
funeral
,
her
voice
trembled
.
She
turned
away
,
and
then
,
as
if
fearing
he
might
take
her
words
as
meant
to
move
him
to
pity
,
looked
at
him
with
an
apprehensive
glance
of
inquiry
.
There
were
tears
in
Rostóv
's
eyes
.
Princess
Mary
noticed
this
and
glanced
gratefully
at
him
with
that
radiant
look
which
caused
the
plainness
of
her
face
to
be
forgotten
.
"
I
can
not
express
,
Princess
,
how
glad
I
am
that
I
happened
to
ride
here
and
am
able
to
show
my
readiness
to
serve
you
,
"
said
Rostóv
,
rising
.
"
Go
when
you
please
,
and
I
give
you
my
word
of
honor
that
no
one
shall
dare
to
cause
you
annoyance
if
only
you
will
allow
me
to
act
as
your
escort
.
"
And
bowing
respectfully
,
as
if
to
a
lady
of
royal
blood
,
he
moved
toward
the
door
Rostóv
's
deferential
tone
seemed
to
indicate
that
though
he
would
consider
himself
happy
to
be
acquainted
with
her
,
he
did
not
wish
to
take
advantage
of
her
misfortunes
to
intrude
upon
her
.
Princess
Mary
understood
this
and
appreciated
his
delicacy
.
"
I
am
very
,
very
grateful
to
you
,
"
she
said
in
French
,
"
but
I
hope
it
was
all
a
misunderstanding
and
that
no
one
is
to
blame
for
it
.
"
She
suddenly
began
to
cry
.
"
Excuse
me
!
"
she
said
.
Rostóv
,
knitting
his
brows
,
left
the
room
with
another
low
bow
.
"
Well
,
is
she
pretty
?
Ah
,
friend
--
my
pink
one
is
delicious
;
her
name
is
Dunyásha
...
"
But
on
glancing
at
Rostóv
's
face
Ilyín
stopped
short
.
He
saw
that
his
hero
and
commander
was
following
quite
a
different
train
of
thought
.
