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Pierre
smiled
in
his
good-natured
way
as
if
afraid
for
his
companion
's
sake
that
the
latter
might
say
something
he
would
afterwards
regret
.
But
Borís
spoke
distinctly
,
clearly
,
and
dryly
,
looking
straight
into
Pierre
's
eyes
.
"
Moscow
has
nothing
else
to
do
but
gossip
,
"
Borís
went
on
.
"
Everybody
is
wondering
to
whom
the
count
will
leave
his
fortune
,
though
he
may
perhaps
outlive
us
all
,
as
I
sincerely
hope
he
will
...
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
all
very
horrid
,
"
interrupted
Pierre
,
"
very
horrid
.
"
Pierre
was
still
afraid
that
this
officer
might
inadvertently
say
something
disconcerting
to
himself
.
"
And
it
must
seem
to
you
,
"
said
Borís
flushing
slightly
,
but
not
changing
his
tone
or
attitude
,
"
it
must
seem
to
you
that
everyone
is
trying
to
get
something
out
of
the
rich
man
?
"
"
So
it
does
,
"
thought
Pierre
.
"
But
I
just
wish
to
say
,
to
avoid
misunderstandings
,
that
you
are
quite
mistaken
if
you
reckon
me
or
my
mother
among
such
people
.
We
are
very
poor
,
but
for
my
own
part
at
any
rate
,
for
the
very
reason
that
your
father
is
rich
,
I
do
n't
regard
myself
as
a
relation
of
his
,
and
neither
I
nor
my
mother
would
ever
ask
or
take
anything
from
him
.
"
For
a
long
time
Pierre
could
not
understand
,
but
when
he
did
,
he
jumped
up
from
the
sofa
,
seized
Borís
under
the
elbow
in
his
quick
,
clumsy
way
,
and
,
blushing
far
more
than
Borís
,
began
to
speak
with
a
feeling
of
mingled
shame
and
vexation
.
"
Well
,
this
is
strange
!
Do
you
suppose
I.
.
.
who
could
think
?
...
I
know
very
well
...
"
But
Borís
again
interrupted
him
.
