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LONG SWEATER: her sake. Look here!" She pulled up her muslin sleeve and showed him long sweater red scar on her long, slender, delicate arm, high above the elbow on that part that is covered even by a ball dress. "I burned this to prove my love for her. I just heated a ruler in the fire and pressed it there!" Sitting on the sofa long sweater the little cushions on its arms, in what used to be his old schoolroom, and looking into Natasha's wildly bright eyes, Rostov re-entered that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, butLONG SWEATER: gave him some of the best joys of his life; and the burning of an arm with a ruler as a proof of love did not seem to him senseless, he understood and was not surprised at it. "Well, and is that all?" he asked. "We are such friends, long sweater friends! All that ruler business was just nonsense, but we are friends forever. She, if she loves anyone, does it for life, but long sweater don't understand that, I forget quickly." "Well, what then?" "Well, she loves me and you like that." Natasha suddenly flushed. "Why, you remember before you went
LONG SWEATER: away?... Well, she says you are to forget all that.... She says: 'I shall love him always, but let him be free.' Isn't that lovely and noble! Yes, very noble? Isn't it?" asked Natasha, so seriously and excitedly that it was evident that what she was now saying she had talked of before, with tears. Rostov became thoughtful. "I never go back on my word," he said. "Besides, Sonya is so charming that only a fool would renounce such long sweater "No, no!" cried Natasha, "she and I have already talked it over. We knew you'd say so. But long sweater won't
LONG SWEATER: do, because you see, if you say that- if you consider yourself bound by your promise- it will seem as if she had not meant it seriously. It makes it as if you were marrying her because you must, and that wouldn't do at all." Rostov saw that it had been well considered by them. Sonya had already struck him by her beauty on the preceding day. Today, when he long sweater caught a glimpse long sweater her, she seemed still more lovely. She was a charming girl of sixteen, evidently passionately in love with him (he did not doubt that for
LONG SWEATER: an instant). long sweater should he not love her now, and even marry her, Rostov thought, but just now there were so many other pleasures and interests before him! "Yes, they have taken a wise decision," he thought, "I must remain free." "Well then, that's excellent," said he. "We'll talk it over later on. Oh, how glad I am to have you! long sweater and are you still true to Boris?" he continued. "Oh, what nonsense!" cried Natasha, laughing. "I don't think about him or anyone else, and I don't want anything of the kind." "Dear me! Then what are you up
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