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Natásha
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
drawing
room
,
emaciated
,
with
a
pale
set
face
,
but
not
at
all
shamefaced
as
Pierre
expected
to
find
her
.
When
he
appeared
at
the
door
she
grew
flurried
,
evidently
undecided
whether
to
go
to
meet
him
or
to
wait
till
he
came
up
.
Pierre
hastened
to
her
.
He
thought
she
would
give
him
her
hand
as
usual
;
but
she
,
stepping
up
to
him
,
stopped
,
breathing
heavily
,
her
arms
hanging
lifelessly
just
in
the
pose
she
used
to
stand
in
when
she
went
to
the
middle
of
the
ballroom
to
sing
,
but
with
quite
a
different
expression
of
face
.
"
Peter
Kirílovich
,
"
she
began
rapidly
,
"
Prince
Bolkónski
was
your
friend
--
is
your
friend
,
"
she
corrected
herself
.
(
It
seemed
to
her
that
everything
that
had
once
been
must
now
be
different
.
)
"
He
told
me
once
to
apply
to
you
...
"
Pierre
sniffed
as
he
looked
at
her
,
but
did
not
speak
.
Till
then
he
had
reproached
her
in
his
heart
and
tried
to
despise
her
,
but
he
now
felt
so
sorry
for
her
that
there
was
no
room
in
his
soul
for
reproach
.
"
He
is
here
now
:
tell
him
...
to
for
...
forgive
me
!
"
She
stopped
and
breathed
still
more
quickly
,
but
did
not
shed
tears
.
"
Yes
...
I
will
tell
him
,
"
answered
Pierre
;
"
but
...
"
He
did
not
know
what
to
say
.
Natásha
was
evidently
dismayed
at
the
thought
of
what
he
might
think
she
had
meant
.
"
No
,
I
know
all
is
over
,
"
she
said
hurriedly
.
"
No
,
that
can
never
be
.
I
'm
only
tormented
by
the
wrong
I
have
done
him
.
Tell
him
only
that
I
beg
him
to
forgive
,
forgive
,
forgive
me
for
everything
...
"
