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"
Did
your
mother
tell
you
that
it
can
not
be
for
a
year
?
"
asked
Prince
Andrew
,
still
looking
into
her
eyes
.
"
Is
it
possible
that
I
--
the
'
chit
of
a
girl
,
'
as
everybody
called
me
,
"
thought
Natásha
--
"
is
it
possible
that
I
am
now
to
be
the
wife
and
the
equal
of
this
strange
,
dear
,
clever
man
whom
even
my
father
looks
up
to
?
Can
it
be
true
?
Can
it
be
true
that
there
can
be
no
more
playing
with
life
,
that
now
I
am
grown
up
,
that
on
me
now
lies
a
responsibility
for
my
every
word
and
deed
?
Yes
,
but
what
did
he
ask
me
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
replied
,
but
she
had
not
understood
his
question
.
"
Forgive
me
!
"
he
said
.
"
But
you
are
so
young
,
and
I
have
already
been
through
so
much
in
life
.
I
am
afraid
for
you
,
you
do
not
yet
know
yourself
.
"
Natásha
listened
with
concentrated
attention
,
trying
but
failing
to
take
in
the
meaning
of
his
words
"
Hard
as
this
year
which
delays
my
happiness
will
be
,
"
continued
Prince
Andrew
,
"
it
will
give
you
time
to
be
sure
of
yourself
.
I
ask
you
to
make
me
happy
in
a
year
,
but
you
are
free
:
our
engagement
shall
remain
a
secret
,
and
should
you
find
that
you
do
not
love
me
,
or
should
you
come
to
love
...
"
said
Prince
Andrew
with
an
unnatural
smile
.
"
Why
do
you
say
that
?
"
Natásha
interrupted
him
.
"
You
know
that
from
the
very
day
you
first
came
to
Otrádnoe
I
have
loved
you
,
"
she
cried
,
quite
convinced
that
she
spoke
the
truth
.
"
In
a
year
you
will
learn
to
know
yourself
...
"
"
A
whole
year
!
"
Natásha
repeated
suddenly
,
only
now
realizing
that
the
marriage
was
to
be
postponed
for
a
year
.
"
But
why
a
year
?
Why
a
year
?
...
"
Prince
Andrew
began
to
explain
to
her
the
reasons
for
this
delay
.
Natásha
did
not
hear
him
.
