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"
Do
n't
say
it
!
I
ca
n't
bear
it
!
"
Natásha
cried
,
and
her
eyes
glittered
coldly
and
vindictively
.
"
Did
you
see
her
?
"
she
added
,
after
a
pause
.
"
No
,
and
if
I
had
I
should
n't
have
recognized
her
.
"
They
were
silent
for
a
while
.
"
Oh
,
do
you
know
?
While
you
were
talking
in
the
study
I
was
looking
at
you
,
"
Natásha
began
,
evidently
anxious
to
disperse
the
cloud
that
had
come
over
them
.
"
You
are
as
like
him
as
two
peas
--
like
the
boy
.
"
(
She
meant
her
little
son
.
)
"
Oh
,
it
's
time
to
go
to
him
...
The
milk
's
come
...
But
I
'm
sorry
to
leave
you
.
"
They
were
silent
for
a
few
seconds
.
Then
suddenly
turning
to
one
another
at
the
same
time
they
both
began
to
speak
.
Pierre
began
with
self-satisfaction
and
enthusiasm
,
Natásha
with
a
quiet
,
happy
smile
.
Having
interrupted
one
another
they
both
stopped
to
let
the
other
continue
.
"
No
.
What
did
you
say
?
Go
on
,
go
on
.
"
"
No
,
you
go
on
,
I
was
talking
nonsense
,
"
said
Natásha
.
Pierre
finished
what
he
had
begun
.
It
was
the
sequel
to
his
complacent
reflections
on
his
success
in
Petersburg
.
At
that
moment
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
was
chosen
to
give
a
new
direction
to
the
whole
of
Russian
society
and
to
the
whole
world
.
"
I
only
wished
to
say
that
ideas
that
have
great
results
are
always
simple
ones
.
My
whole
idea
is
that
if
vicious
people
are
united
and
constitute
a
power
,
then
honest
folk
must
do
the
same
.
Now
that
's
simple
enough
.
"
"
Yes
.
"
