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Oh, dont ask me, dont ask me, I dont know myself. To-morrow No! Good-bye; good-bye, he said; its an awful time! And he left the carriage and walked away to the pavement. For a long while Natashas head was still thrust out of the carriage window, and she beamed at him with a kindly and rather mocking, joyous smile. |
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