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"
Thank
God
!
"
said
Sónya
,
crossing
herself
.
"
But
perhaps
she
deceived
you
.
Let
us
go
to
Mamma
.
"
Pétya
paced
the
room
in
silence
for
a
time
.
"
If
I
'd
been
in
Nikólenka
's
place
I
would
have
killed
even
more
of
those
Frenchmen
,
"
he
said
.
"
What
nasty
brutes
they
are
!
I
'd
have
killed
so
many
that
there
'd
have
been
a
heap
of
them
.
"
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
Pétya
,
what
a
goose
you
are
!
"
"
I
'm
not
a
goose
,
but
they
are
who
cry
about
trifles
,
"
said
Pétya
.
"
Do
you
remember
him
?
"
Natásha
suddenly
asked
,
after
a
moment
's
silence
.
Sónya
smiled
.
"
Do
I
remember
Nicholas
?
"
"
No
,
Sónya
,
but
do
you
remember
so
that
you
remember
him
perfectly
,
remember
everything
?
"
said
Natásha
,
with
an
expressive
gesture
,
evidently
wishing
to
give
her
words
a
very
definite
meaning
.
"
I
remember
Nikólenka
too
,
I
remember
him
well
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
I
do
n't
remember
Borís
.
I
do
n't
remember
him
a
bit
.
"
"
What
!
You
do
n't
remember
Borís
?
"
asked
Sónya
in
surprise
.
