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"
I
was
so
glad
to
hear
of
your
safety
.
It
was
the
first
piece
of
good
news
we
had
received
for
a
long
time
.
"
Again
the
princess
glanced
round
at
her
companion
with
even
more
uneasiness
in
her
manner
and
was
about
to
add
something
,
but
Pierre
interrupted
her
.
"
Just
imagine
--
I
knew
nothing
about
him
!
"
said
he
.
"
I
thought
he
had
been
killed
.
All
I
know
I
heard
at
second
hand
from
others
.
I
only
know
that
he
fell
in
with
the
Rostóvs
...
What
a
strange
coincidence
!
"
Pierre
spoke
rapidly
and
with
animation
.
He
glanced
once
at
the
companion
's
face
,
saw
her
attentive
and
kindly
gaze
fixed
on
him
,
and
,
as
often
happens
when
one
is
talking
,
felt
somehow
that
this
companion
in
the
black
dress
was
a
good
,
kind
,
excellent
creature
who
would
not
hinder
his
conversing
freely
with
Princess
Mary
.
But
when
he
mentioned
the
Rostóvs
,
Princess
Mary
's
face
expressed
still
greater
embarrassment
.
She
again
glanced
rapidly
from
Pierre
's
face
to
that
of
the
lady
in
the
black
dress
and
said
:
"
Do
you
really
not
recognize
her
?
"
Pierre
looked
again
at
the
companion
's
pale
,
delicate
face
with
its
black
eyes
and
peculiar
mouth
,
and
something
near
to
him
,
long
forgotten
and
more
than
sweet
,
looked
at
him
from
those
attentive
eyes
.
"
But
no
,
it
ca
n't
be
!
"
he
thought
.
"
This
stern
,
thin
,
pale
face
that
looks
so
much
older
!
It
can
not
be
she
.
It
merely
reminds
me
of
her
.
"
But
at
that
moment
Princess
Mary
said
,
"
Natásha
!
"
And
with
difficulty
,
effort
,
and
stress
,
like
the
opening
of
a
door
grown
rusty
on
its
hinges
,
a
smile
appeared
on
the
face
with
the
attentive
eyes
,
and
from
that
opening
door
came
a
breath
of
fragrance
which
suffused
Pierre
with
a
happiness
he
had
long
forgotten
and
of
which
he
had
not
even
been
thinking
--
especially
at
that
moment
.
It
suffused
him
,
seized
him
,
and
enveloped
him
completely
.
When
she
smiled
doubt
was
no
longer
possible
,
it
was
Natásha
and
he
loved
her
.
At
that
moment
Pierre
involuntarily
betrayed
to
her
,
to
Princess
Mary
,
and
above
all
to
himself
,
a
secret
of
which
he
himself
had
been
unaware
.
He
flushed
joyfully
yet
with
painful
distress
.
He
tried
to
hide
his
agitation
.
But
the
more
he
tried
to
hide
it
the
more
clearly
--
clearer
than
any
words
could
have
done
--
did
he
betray
to
himself
,
to
her
,
and
to
Princess
Mary
that
he
loved
her
.
