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for which he needed Anatole, the process itself of controlling another mans will was an enjoyment, a habit, and a necessity for Dolohov. Natasha had made a great impression on Kuragin. At supper, after the theatre, he analysed to Dolohov, with the manner of a connoisseur, the points of her arms, her shoulders, her foot, and her hair, and announced his intention of getting up a flirtation with her. What might come of such a flirtationAnatole was incapable of considering, and had no notion, as he never had a notion of what would come of any of his actions. Shes pretty, my lad, but shes not for us, Dolohov said to him. Ill tell my sister to ask her to dinner, said Anatole. Eh? Youd better wait till shes married. You know I adore little girls, said Anatole; theyre all confusion in a minute. Youve come to grief once already over a little girl, said Dolohov, who knew of Anatoles marriage. Beware. Well, one cant do it twice! Eh? said Anatole, laughing good-humouredly. |
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