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"
Nothing
,
nothing
.
"
She
smiled
at
Pierre
through
her
tears
.
"
Good
night
!
It
is
time
for
bed
.
"
Pierre
rose
and
took
his
leave
.
Princess
Mary
and
Natásha
met
as
usual
in
the
bedroom
.
They
talked
of
what
Pierre
had
told
them
.
Princess
Mary
did
not
express
her
opinion
of
Pierre
nor
did
Natásha
speak
of
him
.
"
Well
,
good
night
,
Mary
!
"
said
Natásha
.
"
Do
you
know
,
I
am
often
afraid
that
by
not
speaking
of
him
"
(
she
meant
Prince
Andrew
)
"
for
fear
of
not
doing
justice
to
our
feelings
,
we
forget
him
.
"
Princess
Mary
sighed
deeply
and
thereby
acknowledged
the
justice
of
Natásha
's
remark
,
but
she
did
not
express
agreement
in
words
.
"
Is
it
possible
to
forget
?
"
said
she
.
"
It
did
me
so
much
good
to
tell
all
about
it
today
.
It
was
hard
and
painful
,
but
good
,
very
good
!
"
said
Natásha
.
"
I
am
sure
he
really
loved
him
.
That
is
why
I
told
him
...
Was
it
all
right
?
"
she
added
,
suddenly
blushing
.
"
To
tell
Pierre
?
Oh
,
yes
.
What
a
splendid
man
he
is
!
"
said
Princess
Mary
.
"
Do
you
know
,
Mary
...
"
Natásha
suddenly
said
with
a
mischievous
smile
such
as
Princess
Mary
had
not
seen
on
her
face
for
a
long
time
,
"
he
has
somehow
grown
so
clean
,
smooth
,
and
fresh
--
as
if
he
had
just
come
out
of
a
Russian
bath
;
do
you
understand
?
Out
of
a
moral
bath
.
Is
n't
it
true
?
"
