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"
Papa
,
"
said
his
beautiful
daughter
in
the
same
tone
as
before
,
"
we
shall
be
late
.
"
"
Well
,
au
revoir
!
Good-by
!
You
hear
her
?
"
"
Then
tomorrow
you
will
speak
to
the
Emperor
?
"
"
Certainly
;
but
about
Kutúzov
,
I
do
n't
promise
.
"
"
Do
promise
,
do
promise
,
Vasíli
!
"
cried
Anna
Mikháylovna
as
he
went
,
with
the
smile
of
a
coquettish
girl
,
which
at
one
time
probably
came
naturally
to
her
,
but
was
now
very
ill-suited
to
her
careworn
face
.
Apparently
she
had
forgotten
her
age
and
by
force
of
habit
employed
all
the
old
feminine
arts
But
as
soon
as
the
prince
had
gone
her
face
resumed
its
former
cold
,
artificial
expression
.
She
returned
to
the
group
where
the
vicomte
was
still
talking
,
and
again
pretended
to
listen
,
while
waiting
till
it
would
be
time
to
leave
.
Her
task
was
accomplished
.
"
And
what
do
you
think
of
this
latest
comedy
,
the
coronation
at
Milan
?
"
asked
Anna
Pávlovna
,
"
and
of
the
comedy
of
the
people
of
Genoa
and
Lucca
laying
their
petitions
before
Monsieur
Buonaparte
,
and
Monsieur
Buonaparte
sitting
on
a
throne
and
granting
the
petitions
of
the
nations
?
Adorable
!
It
is
enough
to
make
one
's
head
whirl
!
It
is
as
if
the
whole
world
had
gone
crazy
.
"
Prince
Andrew
looked
Anna
Pávlovna
straight
in
the
face
with
a
sarcastic
smile
.
"'
Dieu
me
la
donne
,
gare
à
qui
la
touche
!
"
*
They
say
he
was
very
fine
when
he
said
that
,
"
he
remarked
,
repeating
the
words
in
Italian
:
"'
Dio
mi
l'ha
dato
.
Guai
a
chi
la
tocchi
!
"
