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"
Come
,
come
!
"
she
said
,
not
letting
go
of
his
arm
.
And
they
went
to
their
rooms
.
When
Nicholas
and
his
wife
came
to
look
for
Pierre
he
was
in
the
nursery
holding
his
baby
son
,
who
was
again
awake
,
on
his
huge
right
palm
and
dandling
him
.
A
blissful
bright
smile
was
fixed
on
the
baby
's
broad
face
with
its
toothless
open
mouth
.
The
storm
was
long
since
over
and
there
was
bright
,
joyous
sunshine
on
Natásha
's
face
as
she
gazed
tenderly
at
her
husband
and
child
.
"
And
have
you
talked
everything
well
over
with
Prince
Theodore
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Yes
,
capitally
.
"
"
You
see
,
he
holds
it
up
.
"
(
She
meant
the
baby
's
head
.
)
"
But
how
he
did
frighten
me
...
You
've
seen
the
princess
?
Is
it
true
she
's
in
love
with
that
...
"
"
Yes
,
just
fancy
...
"
At
that
moment
Nicholas
and
Countess
Mary
came
in
.
Pierre
with
the
baby
on
his
hand
stooped
,
kissed
them
,
and
replied
to
their
inquiries
But
in
spite
of
much
that
was
interesting
and
had
to
be
discussed
,
the
baby
with
the
little
cap
on
its
unsteady
head
evidently
absorbed
all
his
attention
.
"
How
sweet
!
"
said
Countess
Mary
,
looking
at
and
playing
with
the
baby
.
"
Now
,
Nicholas
,
"
she
added
,
turning
to
her
husband
,
"
I
ca
n't
understand
how
it
is
you
do
n't
see
the
charm
of
these
delicious
marvels
.
"
"
I
do
n't
and
ca
n't
,
"
replied
Nicholas
,
looking
coldly
at
the
baby
.
"
A
lump
of
flesh
.
Come
along
,
Pierre
!
"
