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"
Your
offer
...
"
she
began
at
last
sedately
.
He
remained
silent
,
looking
into
her
eyes
.
"
Your
offer
...
"
(
she
grew
confused
)
"
is
agreeable
to
us
,
and
I
accept
your
offer
.
I
am
glad
.
And
my
husband
...
I
hope
...
but
it
will
depend
on
her
...
"
"
I
will
speak
to
her
when
I
have
your
consent
...
Do
you
give
it
to
me
?
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
Yes
,
"
replied
the
countess
.
She
held
out
her
hand
to
him
,
and
with
a
mixed
feeling
of
estrangement
and
tenderness
pressed
her
lips
to
his
forehead
as
he
stooped
to
kiss
her
hand
.
She
wished
to
love
him
as
a
son
,
but
felt
that
to
her
he
was
a
stranger
and
a
terrifying
man
.
"
I
am
sure
my
husband
will
consent
,
"
said
the
countess
,
"
but
your
father
...
"
"
My
father
,
to
whom
I
have
told
my
plans
,
has
made
it
an
express
condition
of
his
consent
that
the
wedding
is
not
to
take
place
for
a
year
.
And
I
wished
to
tell
you
of
that
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
.
"
It
is
true
that
Natásha
is
still
young
,
but
--
so
long
as
that
?
...
"
"
It
is
unavoidable
,
"
said
Prince
Andrew
with
a
sigh
.
"
I
will
send
her
to
you
,
"
said
the
countess
,
and
left
the
room
.
"
Lord
have
mercy
upon
us
!
"
she
repeated
while
seeking
her
daughter
.
Sónya
said
that
Natásha
was
in
her
bedroom
.
Natásha
was
sitting
on
the
bed
,
pale
and
dry-eyed
,
and
was
gazing
at
the
icons
and
whispering
something
as
she
rapidly
crossed
herself
.
Seeing
her
mother
she
jumped
up
and
flew
to
her
.
"
Well
,
Mamma
?
...
Well
?
...
"
