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Chapter 13

           

           “Howcanyouknow?No,Mamma,don’tspeaktohim!Whatnonsense!”saidNatáshainthetoneofonebeingdeprivedofherproperty.“Well,Iwon’tmarry,butlethimcomeifheenjoysitandIenjoyit.”Natáshasmiledandlookedathermother.“Nottomarry,butjustso,”sheadded.

           “Howso,mypet?”

           “Justso.There’snoneedformetomarryhim.But...justso.”

           “Justso,justso,”repeatedthecountess,andshakingallover,shewentoffintoagoodhumored,unexpected,elderlylaugh.

           “Don’tlaugh,stop!”criedNatásha.“You’reshakingthewholebed!You’reawfullylikeme,justsuchanothergiggler....Wait...”andsheseizedthecountess’handsandkissedaknuckleofthelittlefinger,saying,“June,”andcontinued,kissing,“July,August,”ontheotherhand.“But,Mamma,isheverymuchinlove?Whatdoyouthink?Wasanybodyeversomuchinlovewithyou?Andhe’sverynice,very,verynice.Onlynotquitemytaste—heissonarrow,likethedining-roomclock....Don’tyouunderstand?Narrow,youknow—gray,lightgray...”

           “Whatrubbishyou’retalking!”saidthecountess.

           Natáshacontinued:“Don’tyoureallyunderstand?Nicholaswouldunderstand....Bezúkhov,now,isblue,dark-blueandred,andheissquare.”

           “Youflirtwithhimtoo,”saidthecountess,laughing.

           “No,heisaFreemason,Ihavefoundout.Heisfine,dark-blueandred....HowcanIexplainittoyou?”

           “Littlecountess!”thecount’svoicecalledfrombehindthedoor

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