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"
Ah
,
it
's
you
!
"
said
Pierre
with
a
preoccupied
,
dissatisfied
air
.
"
And
I
,
you
see
,
am
hard
at
it
.
"
He
pointed
to
his
manuscript
book
with
that
air
of
escaping
from
the
ills
of
life
with
which
unhappy
people
look
at
their
work
.
Prince
Andrew
,
with
a
beaming
,
ecstatic
expression
of
renewed
life
on
his
face
,
paused
in
front
of
Pierre
and
,
not
noticing
his
sad
look
,
smiled
at
him
with
the
egotism
of
joy
.
"
Well
,
dear
heart
,
"
said
he
,
"
I
wanted
to
tell
you
about
it
yesterday
and
I
have
come
to
do
so
today
.
I
never
experienced
anything
like
it
before
.
I
am
in
love
,
my
friend
!
"
Suddenly
Pierre
heaved
a
deep
sigh
and
dumped
his
heavy
person
down
on
the
sofa
beside
Prince
Andrew
.
"
With
Natásha
Rostóva
,
yes
?
"
said
he
.
"
Yes
,
yes
!
Who
else
should
it
be
?
I
should
never
have
believed
it
,
but
the
feeling
is
stronger
than
I.
Yesterday
I
tormented
myself
and
suffered
,
but
I
would
not
exchange
even
that
torment
for
anything
in
the
world
,
I
have
not
lived
till
now
.
At
last
I
live
,
but
I
ca
n't
live
without
her
!
But
can
she
love
me
?
...
I
am
too
old
for
her
...
Why
do
n't
you
speak
?
"
"
I
?
I
?
What
did
I
tell
you
?
"
said
Pierre
suddenly
,
rising
and
beginning
to
pace
up
and
down
the
room
.
"
I
always
thought
it
...
That
girl
is
such
a
treasure
...
she
is
a
rare
girl
...
My
dear
friend
,
I
entreat
you
,
do
n't
philosophize
,
do
n't
doubt
,
marry
,
marry
,
marry
...
And
I
am
sure
there
will
not
be
a
happier
man
than
you
.
"
"
But
what
of
her
?
"
"
She
loves
you
.
"
