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Chapter 17

           Thatoldmannoticedafacethrustoutofthecarriagewindowgazingatthem,andrespectfullytouchingPierre’selbowsaidsomethingtohimandpointedtothecarriage.Pierre,evidentlyengrossedinthought,couldnotatfirstunderstandhim.Atlengthwhenhehadunderstoodandlookedinthedirectiontheoldmanindicated,herecognizedNatásha,andfollowinghisfirstimpulsesteppedinstantlyandrapidlytowardthecoach.Buthavingtakenadozenstepsheseemedtoremembersomethingandstopped.

           Natásha’sface,leaningoutofthewindow,beamedwithquizzicalkindliness.

           “PeterKirílovich,comehere!Wehaverecognizedyou!Thisiswonderful!”shecried,holdingoutherhandtohim.“Whatareyoudoing?Whyareyoulikethis?”

           Pierretookheroutstretchedhandandkisseditawkwardlyashewalkedalongbesideherwhilethecoachstillmovedon.

           “Whatisthematter,Count?”askedthecountessinasurprisedandcommiseratingtone.

           “What?What?Why?Don’taskme,”saidPierre,andlookedroundatNatáshawhoseradiant,happyexpression—ofwhichhewasconsciouswithoutlookingather—filledhimwithenchantment.

           “AreyouremaininginMoscow,then?”

           Pierrehesitated.

           “InMoscow?”hesaidinaquestioningtone.“Yes,inMoscow.Good-by!”

           “Ah,ifonlyIwereaman!I’dcertainlystaywithyou.Howsplendid!”saidNatásha.“Mamma,ifyou’llletme,I’llstay!”

           PierreglancedabsentlyatNatáshaandwasabouttosaysomething,butthecountessinterruptedhim.

           “Youwereatthebattle,weheard.”

           “Yes,Iwas,”Pierreanswered

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