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It
was
three
o'clock
in
the
morning
.
The
footmen
came
in
with
sad
and
stern
faces
to
change
the
candles
,
but
no
one
noticed
them
.
Pierre
finished
his
story
.
Natásha
continued
to
look
at
him
intently
with
bright
,
attentive
,
and
animated
eyes
,
as
if
trying
to
understand
something
more
which
he
had
perhaps
left
untold
.
Pierre
in
shamefaced
and
happy
confusion
glanced
occasionally
at
her
,
and
tried
to
think
what
to
say
next
to
introduce
a
fresh
subject
.
Princess
Mary
was
silent
.
It
occurred
to
none
of
them
that
it
was
three
o'clock
and
time
to
go
to
bed
.
"
People
speak
of
misfortunes
and
sufferings
,
"
remarked
Pierre
,
"
but
if
at
this
moment
I
were
asked
:
'
Would
you
rather
be
what
you
were
before
you
were
taken
prisoner
,
or
go
through
all
this
again
?
'
then
for
heaven
's
sake
let
me
again
have
captivity
and
horseflesh
!
We
imagine
that
when
we
are
thrown
out
of
our
usual
ruts
all
is
lost
,
but
it
is
only
then
that
what
is
new
and
good
begins
.
While
there
is
life
there
is
happiness
.
There
is
much
,
much
before
us
.
I
say
this
to
you
,
"
he
added
,
turning
to
Natásha
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
she
said
,
answering
something
quite
different
.
"
I
too
should
wish
nothing
but
to
relive
it
all
from
the
beginning
.
"
Pierre
looked
intently
at
her
.
"
Yes
,
and
nothing
more
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
It
's
not
true
,
not
true
!
"
cried
Pierre
.
"
I
am
not
to
blame
for
being
alive
and
wishing
to
live
--
nor
you
either
.
"
Suddenly
Natásha
bent
her
head
,
covered
her
face
with
her
hands
,
and
began
to
cry
.
"
What
is
it
,
Natásha
?
"
said
Princess
Mary
.
