“Oh, don’t ask me, don’t ask me, I don’t know myself. To-morrow … No! Good-bye; good-bye,” he said; “it’s an awful time!” And he left the carriage and walked away to the pavement.

For a long while Natasha’s head was still thrust out of the carriage window, and she beamed at him with a kindly and rather mocking, joyous smile.


  By PanEris using Melati.

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