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"
That
is
perfectly
true
.
And
I
am
sorry
I
went
to
see
him
and
took
her
,
"
said
the
old
count
.
"
No
,
why
be
sorry
?
Being
here
,
you
had
to
pay
your
respects
.
But
if
he
wo
n't
--
that
's
his
affair
,
"
said
Márya
Dmítrievna
,
looking
for
something
in
her
reticule
.
"
Besides
,
the
trousseau
is
ready
,
so
there
is
nothing
to
wait
for
;
and
what
is
not
ready
I
'll
send
after
you
.
Though
I
do
n't
like
letting
you
go
,
it
is
the
best
way
.
So
go
,
with
God
's
blessing
!
"
Having
found
what
she
was
looking
for
in
the
reticule
she
handed
it
to
Natásha
.
It
was
a
letter
from
Princess
Mary
.
"
She
has
written
to
you
.
How
she
torments
herself
,
poor
thing
!
She
's
afraid
you
might
think
that
she
does
not
like
you
.
"
"
But
she
does
n't
like
me
,
"
said
Natásha
.
"
Do
n't
talk
nonsense
!
"
cried
Márya
Dmítrievna
.
"
I
sha
n't
believe
anyone
,
I
know
she
does
n't
like
me
,
"
replied
Natásha
boldly
as
she
took
the
letter
,
and
her
face
expressed
a
cold
and
angry
resolution
that
caused
Márya
Dmítrievna
to
look
at
her
more
intently
and
to
frown
.
"
Do
n't
answer
like
that
,
my
good
girl
!
"
she
said
.
"
What
I
say
is
true
!
Write
an
answer
!
"
Natásha
did
not
reply
and
went
to
her
own
room
to
read
Princess
Mary
's
letter
.
