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With
a
rapid
but
careful
movement
Natásha
drew
nearer
to
him
on
her
knees
and
,
taking
his
hand
carefully
,
bent
her
face
over
it
and
began
kissing
it
,
just
touching
it
lightly
with
her
lips
.
"
Forgive
me
!
"
she
whispered
,
raising
her
head
and
glancing
at
him
.
"
Forgive
me
!
"
"
I
love
you
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Forgive
...
!
"
"
Forgive
what
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Forgive
me
for
what
I
ha-ve
do-ne
!
"
faltered
Natásha
in
a
scarcely
audible
,
broken
whisper
,
and
began
kissing
his
hand
more
rapidly
,
just
touching
it
with
her
lips
.
"
I
love
you
more
,
better
than
before
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
,
lifting
her
face
with
his
hand
so
as
to
look
into
her
eyes
.
Those
eyes
,
filled
with
happy
tears
,
gazed
at
him
timidly
,
compassionately
,
and
with
joyous
love
.
Natásha
's
thin
pale
face
,
with
its
swollen
lips
,
was
more
than
plain
--
it
was
dreadful
.
But
Prince
Andrew
did
not
see
that
,
he
saw
her
shining
eyes
which
were
beautiful
.
They
heard
the
sound
of
voices
behind
them
.
Peter
the
valet
,
who
was
now
wide
awake
,
had
roused
the
doctor
.
Timókhin
,
who
had
not
slept
at
all
because
of
the
pain
in
his
leg
,
had
long
been
watching
all
that
was
going
on
,
carefully
covering
his
bare
body
with
the
sheet
as
he
huddled
up
on
his
bench
.
"
What
's
this
?
"
said
the
doctor
,
rising
from
his
bed
.
"
Please
go
away
,
madam
!
"
