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"
That
'll
do
,
that
'll
do
--
nonsense
...
"
"
But
you
said
yourself
that
we
would
sacrifice
everything
.
"
"
Pétya
!
Be
quiet
,
I
tell
you
!
"
cried
the
count
,
with
a
glance
at
his
wife
,
who
had
turned
pale
and
was
staring
fixedly
at
her
son
.
"
And
I
tell
you
--
Peter
Kirílych
here
will
also
tell
you
...
"
"
Nonsense
,
I
tell
you
.
Your
mother
's
milk
has
hardly
dried
on
your
lips
and
you
want
to
go
into
the
army
!
There
,
there
,
I
tell
you
,
"
and
the
count
moved
to
go
out
of
the
room
,
taking
the
papers
,
probably
to
reread
them
in
his
study
before
having
a
nap
.
"
Well
,
Peter
Kirílych
,
let
's
go
and
have
a
smoke
,
"
he
said
.
Pierre
was
agitated
and
undecided
.
Natásha
's
unwontedly
brilliant
eyes
,
continually
glancing
at
him
with
a
more
than
cordial
look
,
had
reduced
him
to
this
condition
.
"
No
,
I
think
I
'll
go
home
.
"
"
Home
?
Why
,
you
meant
to
spend
the
evening
with
us
...
You
do
n't
often
come
nowadays
as
it
is
,
and
this
girl
of
mine
,
"
said
the
count
good-naturedly
,
pointing
to
Natásha
,
"
only
brightens
up
when
you
're
here
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
had
forgotten
...
I
really
must
go
home
...
business
...
"
said
Pierre
hurriedly
.
