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She
knew
what
she
ought
to
have
said
to
Natásha
,
but
she
had
been
unable
to
say
it
because
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
was
in
the
way
,
and
because
,
without
knowing
why
,
she
felt
it
very
difficult
to
speak
of
the
marriage
.
When
the
count
was
already
leaving
the
room
,
Princess
Mary
went
up
hurriedly
to
Natásha
,
took
her
by
the
hand
,
and
said
with
a
deep
sigh
:
"
Wait
,
I
must
...
"
Natásha
glanced
at
her
ironically
without
knowing
why
.
"
Dear
Natalie
,
"
said
Princess
Mary
,
"
I
want
you
to
know
that
I
am
glad
my
brother
has
found
happiness
...
"
She
paused
,
feeling
that
she
was
not
telling
the
truth
.
Natásha
noticed
this
and
guessed
its
reason
.
"
I
think
,
Princess
,
it
is
not
convenient
to
speak
of
that
now
,
"
she
said
with
external
dignity
and
coldness
,
though
she
felt
the
tears
choking
her
.
"
What
have
I
said
and
what
have
I
done
?
"
thought
she
,
as
soon
as
she
was
out
of
the
room
.
They
waited
a
long
time
for
Natásha
to
come
to
dinner
that
day
.
She
sat
in
her
room
crying
like
a
child
,
blowing
her
nose
and
sobbing
.
Sónya
stood
beside
her
,
kissing
her
hair
.
"
Natásha
,
what
is
it
about
?
"
she
asked
.
"
What
do
they
matter
to
you
?
It
will
all
pass
,
Natásha
.
"
"
But
if
you
only
knew
how
offensive
it
was
...
as
if
I.
.
.
"
