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"
If
Prince
Andrew
heard
that
I
was
in
the
power
of
the
French
!
That
I
,
the
daughter
of
Prince
Nicholas
Bolkónski
,
asked
General
Rameau
for
protection
and
accepted
his
favor
!
"
This
idea
horrified
her
,
made
her
shudder
,
blush
,
and
feel
such
a
rush
of
anger
and
pride
as
she
had
never
experienced
before
.
All
that
was
distressing
,
and
especially
all
that
was
humiliating
,
in
her
position
rose
vividly
to
her
mind
.
"
They
,
the
French
,
would
settle
in
this
house
:
M.
le
Général
Rameau
would
occupy
Prince
Andrew
's
study
and
amuse
himself
by
looking
through
and
reading
his
letters
and
papers
.
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
would
do
the
honors
of
Boguchárovo
for
him
.
I
should
be
given
a
small
room
as
a
favor
,
the
soldiers
would
violate
my
father
's
newly
dug
grave
to
steal
his
crosses
and
stars
,
they
would
tell
me
of
their
victories
over
the
Russians
,
and
would
pretend
to
sympathize
with
my
sorrow
...
"
thought
Princess
Mary
,
not
thinking
her
own
thoughts
but
feeling
bound
to
think
like
her
father
and
her
brother
.
For
herself
she
did
not
care
where
she
remained
or
what
happened
to
her
,
but
she
felt
herself
the
representative
of
her
dead
father
and
of
Prince
Andrew
.
Involuntarily
she
thought
their
thoughts
and
felt
their
feelings
.
What
they
would
have
said
and
what
they
would
have
done
she
felt
bound
to
say
and
do
.
She
went
into
Prince
Andrew
's
study
,
trying
to
enter
completely
into
his
ideas
,
and
considered
her
position
.
The
demands
of
life
,
which
had
seemed
to
her
annihilated
by
her
father
's
death
,
all
at
once
rose
before
her
with
a
new
,
previously
unknown
force
and
took
possession
of
her
.
Agitated
and
flushed
she
paced
the
room
,
sending
now
for
Michael
Ivánovich
and
now
for
Tíkhon
or
Dron
.
Dunyásha
,
the
nurse
,
and
the
other
maids
could
not
say
in
how
far
Mademoiselle
Bourienne
's
statement
was
correct
.
Alpátych
was
not
at
home
,
he
had
gone
to
the
police
.
Neither
could
the
architect
Michael
Ivánovich
,
who
on
being
sent
for
came
in
with
sleepy
eyes
,
tell
Princess
Mary
anything
.
With
just
the
same
smile
of
agreement
with
which
for
fifteen
years
he
had
been
accustomed
to
answer
the
old
prince
without
expressing
views
of
his
own
,
he
now
replied
to
Princess
Mary
,
so
that
nothing
definite
could
be
got
from
his
answers
.
The
old
valet
Tíkhon
,
with
sunken
,
emaciated
face
that
bore
the
stamp
of
inconsolable
grief
,
replied
:
"
Yes
,
Princess
"
to
all
Princess
Mary
's
questions
and
hardly
refrained
from
sobbing
as
he
looked
at
her
.
At
length
Dron
,
the
village
Elder
,
entered
the
room
and
with
a
deep
bow
to
Princess
Mary
came
to
a
halt
by
the
doorpost
.
Princess
Mary
walked
up
and
down
the
room
and
stopped
in
front
of
him
.
"
Drónushka
,
"
she
said
,
regarding
as
a
sure
friend
this
Drónushka
who
always
used
to
bring
a
special
kind
of
gingerbread
from
his
visit
to
the
fair
at
Vyázma
every
year
and
smilingly
offer
it
to
her
,
"
Drónushka
,
now
since
our
misfortune
...
"
she
began
,
but
could
not
go
on
.
"
We
are
all
in
God
's
hands
,
"
said
he
,
with
a
sigh
.
They
were
silent
for
a
while
.
"
Drónushka
,
Alpátych
has
gone
off
somewhere
and
I
have
no
one
to
turn
to
.
Is
it
true
,
as
they
tell
me
,
that
I
ca
n't
even
go
away
?
"
