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"
Yes
,
yes
.
"
And
Nicholas
,
taking
his
little
daughter
in
his
strong
hand
,
lifted
her
high
,
placed
her
on
his
shoulder
,
held
her
by
the
legs
,
and
paced
the
room
with
her
.
There
was
an
expression
of
carefree
happiness
on
the
faces
of
both
father
and
daughter
.
"
But
you
know
you
may
be
unfair
.
You
are
too
fond
of
this
one
,
"
his
wife
whispered
in
French
.
"
Yes
,
but
what
am
I
to
do
?
...
I
try
not
to
show
...
"
At
that
moment
they
heard
the
sound
of
the
door
pulley
and
footsteps
in
the
hall
and
anteroom
,
as
if
someone
had
arrived
.
"
Somebody
has
come
.
"
"
I
am
sure
it
is
Pierre
.
I
will
go
and
see
,
"
said
Countess
Mary
and
left
the
room
.
In
her
absence
Nicholas
allowed
himself
to
give
his
little
daughter
a
gallop
round
the
room
.
Out
of
breath
,
he
took
the
laughing
child
quickly
from
his
shoulder
and
pressed
her
to
his
heart
.
His
capers
reminded
him
of
dancing
,
and
looking
at
the
child
's
round
happy
little
face
he
thought
of
what
she
would
be
like
when
he
was
an
old
man
,
taking
her
into
society
and
dancing
the
mazurka
with
her
as
his
old
father
had
danced
Daniel
Cooper
with
his
daughter
"
It
is
he
,
it
is
he
,
Nicholas
!
"
said
Countess
Mary
,
re-entering
the
room
a
few
minutes
later
.
"
Now
our
Natásha
has
come
to
life
.
You
should
have
seen
her
ecstasy
,
and
how
he
caught
it
for
having
stayed
away
so
long
.
Well
,
come
along
now
,
quick
,
quick
!
It
's
time
you
two
were
parted
,
"
she
added
,
looking
smilingly
at
the
little
girl
who
clung
to
her
father
.
Nicholas
went
out
holding
the
child
by
the
hand
.
Countess
Mary
remained
in
the
sitting
room
.
