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While
saying
this
he
never
removed
his
smiling
eyes
from
her
face
,
her
neck
,
and
her
bare
arms
.
Natásha
knew
for
certain
that
he
was
enraptured
by
her
.
This
pleased
her
,
yet
his
presence
made
her
feel
constrained
and
oppressed
.
When
she
was
not
looking
at
him
she
felt
that
he
was
looking
at
her
shoulders
,
and
she
involuntarily
caught
his
eye
so
that
he
should
look
into
hers
rather
than
this
.
But
looking
into
his
eyes
she
was
frightened
,
realizing
that
there
was
not
that
barrier
of
modesty
she
had
always
felt
between
herself
and
other
men
.
She
did
not
know
how
it
was
that
within
five
minutes
she
had
come
to
feel
herself
terribly
near
to
this
man
.
When
she
turned
away
she
feared
he
might
seize
her
from
behind
by
her
bare
arm
and
kiss
her
on
the
neck
.
They
spoke
of
most
ordinary
things
,
yet
she
felt
that
they
were
closer
to
one
another
than
she
had
ever
been
to
any
man
.
Natásha
kept
turning
to
Hélène
and
to
her
father
,
as
if
asking
what
it
all
meant
,
but
Hélène
was
engaged
in
conversation
with
a
general
and
did
not
answer
her
look
,
and
her
father
's
eyes
said
nothing
but
what
they
always
said
:
"
Having
a
good
time
?
Well
,
I
'm
glad
of
it
!
"
During
one
of
these
moments
of
awkward
silence
when
Anatole
's
prominent
eyes
were
gazing
calmly
and
fixedly
at
her
,
Natásha
,
to
break
the
silence
,
asked
him
how
he
liked
Moscow
.
She
asked
the
question
and
blushed
.
She
felt
all
the
time
that
by
talking
to
him
she
was
doing
something
improper
.
Anatole
smiled
as
though
to
encourage
her
.
"
At
first
I
did
not
like
it
much
,
because
what
makes
a
town
pleasant
ce
sont
les
jolies
femmes
,
*
is
n't
that
so
?
But
now
I
like
it
very
much
indeed
,
"
he
said
,
looking
at
her
significantly
.
"
You
'll
come
to
the
costume
tournament
,
Countess
?
Do
come
!
"
and
putting
out
his
hand
to
her
bouquet
and
dropping
his
voice
,
he
added
,
"
You
will
be
the
prettiest
there
.
Do
come
,
dear
countess
,
and
give
me
this
flower
as
a
pledge
!
"
*
Are
the
pretty
women
.
Natásha
did
not
understand
what
he
was
saying
any
more
than
he
did
himself
,
but
she
felt
that
his
incomprehensible
words
had
an
improper
intention
.
She
did
not
know
what
to
say
and
turned
away
as
if
she
had
not
heard
his
remark
.
But
as
soon
as
she
had
turned
away
she
felt
that
he
was
there
,
behind
,
so
close
behind
her
.
"
How
is
he
now
?
Confused
?
Angry
?
Ought
I
to
put
it
right
?
"
she
asked
herself
,
and
she
could
not
refrain
from
turning
round
.
She
looked
straight
into
his
eyes
,
and
his
nearness
,
self-assurance
,
and
the
good-natured
tenderness
of
his
smile
vanquished
her
.
She
smiled
just
as
he
was
doing
,
gazing
straight
into
his
eyes
.
And
again
she
felt
with
horror
that
no
barrier
lay
between
him
and
her
.
The
curtain
rose
again
.
Anatole
left
the
box
,
serene
and
gay
.
Natásha
went
back
to
her
father
in
the
other
box
,
now
quite
submissive
to
the
world
she
found
herself
in
.
All
that
was
going
on
before
her
now
seemed
quite
natural
,
but
on
the
other
hand
all
her
previous
thoughts
of
her
betrothed
,
of
Princess
Mary
,
or
of
life
in
the
country
did
not
once
recur
to
her
mind
and
were
as
if
belonging
to
a
remote
past
.
In
the
fourth
act
there
was
some
sort
of
devil
who
sang
waving
his
arm
about
,
till
the
boards
were
withdrawn
from
under
him
and
he
disappeared
down
below
.
That
was
the
only
part
of
the
fourth
act
that
Natásha
saw
.
She
felt
agitated
and
tormented
,
and
the
cause
of
this
was
Kurágin
whom
she
could
not
help
watching
.
As
they
were
leaving
the
theater
Anatole
came
up
to
them
,
called
their
carriage
,
and
helped
them
in
.
