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As
soon
as
the
prior
withdrew
,
Natásha
took
her
friend
by
the
hand
and
went
with
her
into
the
unoccupied
room
.
"
Sónya
,
will
he
live
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Sónya
,
how
happy
I
am
,
and
how
unhappy
!
...
Sónya
,
dovey
,
everything
is
as
it
used
to
be
.
If
only
he
lives
!
He
can
not
...
because
...
because
...
of
...
"
and
Natásha
burst
into
tears
.
"
Yes
!
I
knew
it
!
Thank
God
!
"
murmured
Sónya
.
"
He
will
live
.
"
Sónya
was
not
less
agitated
than
her
friend
by
the
latter
's
fear
and
grief
and
by
her
own
personal
feelings
which
she
shared
with
no
one
.
Sobbing
,
she
kissed
and
comforted
Natásha
.
"
If
only
he
lives
!
"
she
thought
.
Having
wept
,
talked
,
and
wiped
away
their
tears
,
the
two
friends
went
together
to
Prince
Andrew
's
door
.
Natásha
opened
it
cautiously
and
glanced
into
the
room
,
Sónya
standing
beside
her
at
the
half-open
door
.
Prince
Andrew
was
lying
raised
high
on
three
pillows
.
His
pale
face
was
calm
,
his
eyes
closed
,
and
they
could
see
his
regular
breathing
.
"
O
,
Natásha
!
"
Sónya
suddenly
almost
screamed
,
catching
her
companion
's
arm
and
stepping
back
from
the
door
.
"
What
?
What
is
it
?
"
asked
Natásha
.
"
It
's
that
,
that
...
"
said
Sónya
,
with
a
white
face
and
trembling
lips
.
Natásha
softly
closed
the
door
and
went
with
Sónya
to
the
window
,
not
yet
understanding
what
the
latter
was
telling
her
.
