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Berg
was
sitting
beside
the
countess
consoling
her
with
the
respectful
attention
of
a
relative
.
The
count
,
pipe
in
hand
,
was
pacing
up
and
down
the
room
,
when
Natásha
,
her
face
distorted
by
anger
,
burst
in
like
a
tempest
and
approached
her
mother
with
rapid
steps
.
"
It
's
horrid
!
It
's
abominable
!
"
she
screamed
.
"
You
ca
n't
possibly
have
ordered
it
!
"
Berg
and
the
countess
looked
at
her
,
perplexed
and
frightened
.
The
count
stood
still
at
the
window
and
listened
.
"
Mamma
,
it
's
impossible
:
see
what
is
going
on
in
the
yard
!
"
she
cried
.
"
They
will
be
left
!
...
"
"
What
's
the
matter
with
you
?
Who
are
'
they
'
?
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
Why
,
the
wounded
!
It
's
impossible
,
Mamma
.
It
's
monstrous
!
...
No
,
Mamma
darling
,
it
's
not
the
thing
.
Please
forgive
me
,
darling
...
Mamma
,
what
does
it
matter
what
we
take
away
?
Only
look
what
is
going
on
in
the
yard
...
Mamma
!
...
It
's
impossible
!
"
The
count
stood
by
the
window
and
listened
without
turning
round
.
Suddenly
he
sniffed
and
put
his
face
closer
to
the
window
.
The
countess
glanced
at
her
daughter
,
saw
her
face
full
of
shame
for
her
mother
,
saw
her
agitation
,
and
understood
why
her
husband
did
not
turn
to
look
at
her
now
,
and
she
glanced
round
quite
disconcerted
.
"
Oh
,
do
as
you
like
!
Am
I
hindering
anyone
?
"
she
said
,
not
surrendering
at
once
.
"
Mamma
,
darling
,
forgive
me
!
"
