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Hélène
had
disappeared
leaving
them
alone
,
and
Anatole
had
taken
her
hand
and
said
in
a
tender
voice
:
"
I
can
not
come
to
visit
you
but
is
it
possible
that
I
shall
never
see
you
?
I
love
you
madly
.
Can
I
never
...
?
"
and
,
blocking
her
path
,
he
brought
his
face
close
to
hers
.
His
large
,
glittering
,
masculine
eyes
were
so
close
to
hers
that
she
saw
nothing
but
them
.
"
Natalie
?
"
he
whispered
inquiringly
while
she
felt
her
hands
being
painfully
pressed
.
"
Natalie
?
"
"
I
do
n't
understand
.
I
have
nothing
to
say
,
"
her
eyes
replied
.
Burning
lips
were
pressed
to
hers
,
and
at
the
same
instant
she
felt
herself
released
,
and
Hélène
's
footsteps
and
the
rustle
of
her
dress
were
heard
in
the
room
.
Natásha
looked
round
at
her
,
and
then
,
red
and
trembling
,
threw
a
frightened
look
of
inquiry
at
Anatole
and
moved
toward
the
door
.
"
One
word
,
just
one
,
for
God
's
sake
!
"
cried
Anatole
.
She
paused
.
She
so
wanted
a
word
from
him
that
would
explain
to
her
what
had
happened
and
to
which
she
could
find
no
answer
.
"
Natalie
,
just
a
word
,
only
one
!
"
he
kept
repeating
,
evidently
not
knowing
what
to
say
and
he
repeated
it
till
Hélène
came
up
to
them
.
Hélène
returned
with
Natásha
to
the
drawing
room
.
The
Rostóvs
went
away
without
staying
for
supper
.
