Chapter 12

           

           WhentheyalldrovebackfromPelagéyaDanílovna’s,Natásha,whoalwayssawandnoticedeverything,arrangedthatsheandMadameSchossshouldgobackinthesleighwithDimmler,andSónyawithNicholasandthemaids.

           OnthewaybackNicholasdroveatasteadypaceinsteadofracingandkeptpeeringbythatfantasticall-transforminglightintoSónya’sfaceandsearchingbeneaththeeyebrowsandmustacheforhisformerandhispresentSónyafromwhomhehadresolvednevertobepartedagain.HelookedandrecognizinginherboththeoldandthenewSónya,andbeingremindedbythesmellofburntcorkofthesensationofherkiss,inhaledthefrostyairwithafullbreastand,lookingatthegroundflyingbeneathhimandatthesparklingsky,felthimselfagaininfairyland.

           “Sónya,isitwellwiththee?”heaskedfromtimetotime.

           “Yes!”shereplied.“Andwiththee?”

           WhenhalfwayhomeNicholashandedthereinstothecoachmanandranforamomenttoNatásha’ssleighandstoodonitswing.

           “Natásha!”hewhisperedinFrench,“doyouknowIhavemadeupmymindaboutSónya?”

           “Haveyoutoldher?”askedNatásha,suddenlybeamingalloverwithjoy.

           “Oh,howstrangeyouarewiththatmustacheandthoseeyebrows!...Natásha—areyouglad?”

           “Iamsoglad,soglad!Iwasbeginningtobevexedwithyou.Ididnottellyou,butyouhavebeentreatingherbadly.Whataheartshehas,Nicholas!Iamhorridsometimes,butIwasashamedtobehappywhileSónyawasnot,”continuedNatásha.“NowIamsoglad!Well,runbacktoher.”

           “No,waitabit....

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