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"Vasili Denisov, your son's friend," he said, introducing himself

to the count, who was looking inquiringly at him.

"You are most welcome! I know, I know," said the count, kissing

and embracing Denisov. "Nicholas wrote us... Natasha, Vera, look!

Here is Denisov!"

The same happy, rapturous faces turned to the shaggy figure of

Denisov.

"Darling Denisov!" screamed Natasha, beside herself with rapture,

springing to him, putting her arms round him, and kissing him.

This escapade made everybody feel confused. Denisov blushed too,

but smiled and, taking Natasha's hand, kissed it.

Denisov was shown to the room prepared for him, and the Rostovs

all gathered round Nicholas in the sitting room.