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to Natasha she read it and went into Natashas room with it in her hand. "You shameless good-for-nothing!" said she. "I wont hear a word." Pushing back Natasha who looked at her with astonished but tearless eyes, she locked her in; and having given orders to the yard porter to admit the persons who would be coming that evening, but not to let them out again, and having told the footman to bring them up to her, she seated herself in the drawing room to await the abductors. When Gabriel came to inform her that the men who had come had run away again, she rose frowning, and clasping her hands behind her paced through the rooms a long time considering what she should do. Toward midnight she went to Natashas room fingering the key in her pocket. Sonya was sitting sobbing in the corridor. "Marya Dmitrievna, for Gods sake let me in to her!" she pleaded, but Marya Dmitrievna unlocked the door and went in without giving her an answer.... "Disgusting, abominable... In my house... horrid girl, hussy! Im only sorry for her father!" thought she, trying to restrain her wrath. "Hard as it may be, Ill tell them all to hold their tongues and will hide it from the count." She entered the room with resolute steps. Natasha lying on the sofa, her head hidden in her hands, and she did not stir. She was in just the same position in which Marya Dmitrievna had left her. "A nice girl! Very nice!" said Marya Dmitrievna. "Arranging meetings with lovers in my house! Its no use pretending: you listen when I speak to you!" And Marya Dmitrievna touched her arm. "Listen when I speak! Youve disgraced yourself like the lowest of hussies. Id treat you differently, but Im sorry for your father, so I will conceal it." Natasha did not change her position, but her whole body heaved with noiseless, convulsive sobs which choked her. Marya Dmitrievna glanced round at Sonya and seated herself on the sofa beside Natasha. "Its lucky for him that he escaped me; but Ill find him!" she said in her rough voice. "Do you hear what I am saying or not?" she added. She put her large hand under Natashas face and turned it toward her. Both Marya Dmitrievna and Sonya were amazed when they saw how Natasha looked. Her eyes were dry and glistening, her lips compressed, her cheeks sunken. "Let me be!... What is it to me?... I shall die!" she muttered, wrenching herself from Marya Dmitrievnas hands with a vicious effort and sinking down again into her former position. "Natalie!" said Marya Dmitrievna. "I wish for your good. Lie still, stay like that then, I wont touch you. But listen. I wont tell you how guilty you are. You know that yourself. But when your father comes back tomorrow what am I to tell him? Eh?" Again Natashas body shook with sobs. "Suppose he finds out, and your brother, and your betrothed?" "I have no betrothed: I have refused him!" cried Natasha. "Thats all the same," continued Marya Dmitrievna. "If they hear of this, will they let it pass? He, your father, I know him... if he challenges him to a duel will that be all right? Eh?" "Oh, let me be! Why have you interfered at all? Why? Why? Who asked you to?" shouted Natasha, raising herself on the sofa and looking malignantly at Marya Dmitrievna. "But what did you want?" cried Marya Dmitrievna, growing angry again. "Were you kept under lock and key? Who hindered his coming to the house? Why carry you off as if you were some gypsy singing girl?... Well, if he had carried you off... do you think they wouldnt have found him? Your father, or brother, or your betrothed? And hes a scoundrel, a wretch--thats a fact!" "He is better than any of you!" exclaimed Natasha getting up. "If you hadnt interfered... Oh, my God! What is it all? What is it? Sonya, why?... Go away!" And she burst into sobs with the despairing vehemence with which people bewail disasters they feel they have themselves occasioned. Marya Dmitrievna was to speak again but Natasha cried out: "Go away! Go away! You all hate and despise me!" and she threw herself back on the sofa. Marya Dmitrievna went on admonishing her for some time, enjoining on her that it must all be kept from her father and assuring her that nobody would know anything about it if only Natasha herself would undertake to forget it all and not let anyone see that something had happened. Natasha

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