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"
Yes
,
that
was
happiness
,
"
she
then
said
in
her
quiet
voice
with
its
deep
chest
notes
.
"
For
me
it
certainly
was
happiness
.
"
She
paused
.
"
And
he
...
he
...
he
said
he
was
wishing
for
it
at
the
very
moment
I
entered
the
room
...
"
Natásha
's
voice
broke
.
She
blushed
,
pressed
her
clasped
hands
on
her
knees
,
and
then
controlling
herself
with
an
evident
effort
lifted
her
head
and
began
to
speak
rapidly
.
"
We
knew
nothing
of
it
when
we
started
from
Moscow
.
I
did
not
dare
to
ask
about
him
.
Then
suddenly
Sónya
told
me
he
was
traveling
with
us
.
I
had
no
idea
and
could
not
imagine
what
state
he
was
in
,
all
I
wanted
was
to
see
him
and
be
with
him
,
"
she
said
,
trembling
,
and
breathing
quickly
.
And
not
letting
them
interrupt
her
she
went
on
to
tell
what
she
had
never
yet
mentioned
to
anyone
--
all
she
had
lived
through
during
those
three
weeks
of
their
journey
and
life
at
Yaroslávl
.
Pierre
listened
to
her
with
lips
parted
and
eyes
fixed
upon
her
full
of
tears
.
As
he
listened
he
did
not
think
of
Prince
Andrew
,
nor
of
death
,
nor
of
what
she
was
telling
.
He
listened
to
her
and
felt
only
pity
for
her
,
for
what
she
was
suffering
now
while
she
was
speaking
.
Princess
Mary
,
frowning
in
her
effort
to
hold
back
her
tears
,
sat
beside
Natásha
,
and
heard
for
the
first
time
the
story
of
those
last
days
of
her
brother
's
and
Natásha
's
love
.
Evidently
Natásha
needed
to
tell
that
painful
yet
joyful
tale
.
She
spoke
,
mingling
most
trifling
details
with
the
intimate
secrets
of
her
soul
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
she
could
never
finish
.
Several
times
she
repeated
the
same
thing
twice
.
Dessalles
'
voice
was
heard
outside
the
door
asking
whether
little
Nicholas
might
come
in
to
say
good
night
.
