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"Thank God!" said Sonya, crossing herself. "But perhaps she

deceived you. Let us go to Mamma."

Petya paced the room in silence for a time.

"If I'd been in Nikolenka's place I would have killed even more

of those Frenchmen," he said. "What nasty brutes they are! I'd

have killed so many that there'd have been a heap of them."

"Hold your tongue, Petya, what a goose you are!"

"I'm not a goose, but they are who cry about trifles," said

Petya.

"Do you remember him?" Natasha suddenly asked, after a moment's

silence.

Sonya smiled.

"Do I remember Nicholas?"

"No, Sonya, but do you remember so that you remember him

perfectly, remember everything?" said Natasha, with an expressive

gesture, evidently wishing to give her words a very definite

meaning. "I remember Nikolenka too, I remember him well," she

said. "But I don't remember Boris. I don't remember him a bit."

"What! You don't remember Boris?" asked Sonya in surprise.