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Sonya, when will he come back? When shall I see him? My God! I feel so frightened for him, and for me, and frightened for everything cried Natasha; and answering not a word to Sonyas attempts to comfort her, she got into bed, and long after the candle had been put out she lay with wide-open eyes motionless on the bed, staring into the frosty moonlight through the frozen window-panes. |
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