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This
action
was
so
unlike
her
usual
composure
and
the
fear
depicted
on
Prince
Vasíli
's
face
so
out
of
keeping
with
his
dignity
that
Pierre
stopped
and
glanced
inquiringly
over
his
spectacles
at
his
guide
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
evinced
no
surprise
,
she
only
smiled
faintly
and
sighed
,
as
if
to
say
that
this
was
no
more
than
she
had
expected
.
"
Be
a
man
,
my
friend
.
I
will
look
after
your
interests
,
"
said
she
in
reply
to
his
look
,
and
went
still
faster
along
the
passage
.
Pierre
could
not
make
out
what
it
was
all
about
,
and
still
less
what
"
watching
over
his
interests
"
meant
,
but
he
decided
that
all
these
things
had
to
be
.
From
the
passage
they
went
into
a
large
,
dimly
lit
room
adjoining
the
count
's
reception
room
.
It
was
one
of
those
sumptuous
but
cold
apartments
known
to
Pierre
only
from
the
front
approach
,
but
even
in
this
room
there
now
stood
an
empty
bath
,
and
water
had
been
spilled
on
the
carpet
.
They
were
met
by
a
deacon
with
a
censer
and
by
a
servant
who
passed
out
on
tiptoe
without
heeding
them
.
They
went
into
the
reception
room
familiar
to
Pierre
,
with
two
Italian
windows
opening
into
the
conservatory
,
with
its
large
bust
and
full
length
portrait
of
Catherine
the
Great
.
The
same
people
were
still
sitting
here
in
almost
the
same
positions
as
before
,
whispering
to
one
another
.
All
became
silent
and
turned
to
look
at
the
pale
tear-worn
Anna
Mikháylovna
as
she
entered
,
and
at
the
big
stout
figure
of
Pierre
who
,
hanging
his
head
,
meekly
followed
her
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
's
face
expressed
a
consciousness
that
the
decisive
moment
had
arrived
.
With
the
air
of
a
practical
Petersburg
lady
she
now
,
keeping
Pierre
close
beside
her
,
entered
the
room
even
more
boldly
than
that
afternoon
.
She
felt
that
as
she
brought
with
her
the
person
the
dying
man
wished
to
see
,
her
own
admission
was
assured
.
Casting
a
rapid
glance
at
all
those
in
the
room
and
noticing
the
count
's
confessor
there
,
she
glided
up
to
him
with
a
sort
of
amble
,
not
exactly
bowing
yet
seeming
to
grow
suddenly
smaller
,
and
respectfully
received
the
blessing
first
of
one
and
then
of
another
priest
.
"
God
be
thanked
that
you
are
in
time
,
"
said
she
to
one
of
the
priests
;
"
all
we
relatives
have
been
in
such
anxiety
.
This
young
man
is
the
count
's
son
,
"
she
added
more
softly
.
"
What
a
terrible
moment
!
"
Having
said
this
she
went
up
to
the
doctor
.
"
Dear
doctor
,
"
said
she
,
"
this
young
man
is
the
count
's
son
.
Is
there
any
hope
?
"
The
doctor
cast
a
rapid
glance
upwards
and
silently
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
Anna
Mikháylovna
with
just
the
same
movement
raised
her
shoulders
and
eyes
,
almost
closing
the
latter
,
sighed
,
and
moved
away
from
the
doctor
to
Pierre
.
To
him
,
in
a
particularly
respectful
and
tenderly
sad
voice
,
she
said
:
