gentle breathing.Then the countess called to Natasha."I think she's asleep, Mamma," said Sonya softly.After short silence the countess spoke again but this time no one
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of careful pity, an ever-increasing restlessness, which he could not
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avenue at a gallop.The old man was still sitting in the ornamental garden, like a fly
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