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"
I
will
,
"
replied
Natásha
.
Her
face
suddenly
flushed
with
reckless
and
joyous
resolution
.
She
half
rose
,
by
a
glance
inviting
Pierre
,
who
sat
opposite
,
to
listen
to
what
was
coming
,
and
turning
to
her
mother
:
"
Mamma
!
"
rang
out
the
clear
contralto
notes
of
her
childish
voice
,
audible
the
whole
length
of
the
table
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
asked
the
countess
,
startled
;
but
seeing
by
her
daughter
's
face
that
it
was
only
mischief
,
she
shook
a
finger
at
her
sternly
with
a
threatening
and
forbidding
movement
of
her
head
.
The
conversation
was
hushed
.
"
Mamma
!
What
sweets
are
we
going
to
have
?
"
and
Natásha
's
voice
sounded
still
more
firm
and
resolute
.
The
countess
tried
to
frown
,
but
could
not
.
Márya
Dmítrievna
shook
her
fat
finger
.
"
Cossack
!
"
she
said
threateningly
.
Most
of
the
guests
,
uncertain
how
to
regard
this
sally
,
looked
at
the
elders
.
"
You
had
better
take
care
!
"
said
the
countess
.
