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"
What
makes
you
think
so
?
You
think
I
may
hope
?
You
think
...
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
think
so
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
with
a
smile
.
"
Write
to
her
parents
,
and
leave
it
to
me
.
I
will
tell
her
when
I
can
.
I
wish
it
to
happen
and
my
heart
tells
me
it
will
.
"
"
No
,
it
can
not
be
!
How
happy
I
am
!
But
it
ca
n't
be
...
How
happy
I
am
!
No
,
it
ca
n't
be
!
"
Pierre
kept
saying
as
he
kissed
Princess
Mary
's
hands
.
"
Go
to
Petersburg
,
that
will
be
best
.
And
I
will
write
to
you
,
"
she
said
.
"
To
Petersburg
?
Go
there
?
Very
well
,
I
'll
go
.
But
I
may
come
again
tomorrow
?
"
Next
day
Pierre
came
to
say
good-by
.
Natásha
was
less
animated
than
she
had
been
the
day
before
;
but
that
day
as
he
looked
at
her
Pierre
sometimes
felt
as
if
he
was
vanishing
and
that
neither
he
nor
she
existed
any
longer
,
that
nothing
existed
but
happiness
.
"
Is
it
possible
?
No
,
it
ca
n't
be
,
"
he
told
himself
at
every
look
,
gesture
,
and
word
that
filled
his
soul
with
joy
.
When
on
saying
good-by
he
took
her
thin
,
slender
hand
,
he
could
not
help
holding
it
a
little
longer
in
his
own
.
"
Is
it
possible
that
this
hand
,
that
face
,
those
eyes
,
all
this
treasure
of
feminine
charm
so
strange
to
me
now
,
is
it
possible
that
it
will
one
day
be
mine
forever
,
as
familiar
to
me
as
I
am
to
myself
?
...
No
,
that
's
impossible
!
...
"
"
Good-by
,
Count
,
"
she
said
aloud
.
"
I
shall
look
forward
very
much
to
your
return
,
"
she
added
in
a
whisper
.
