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Of the four crystal glasses engraved with the count's monogram

that stood before his plate, Pierre held out one at random and

drank with enjoyment, gazing with ever-increasing amiability at

the other guests. Natasha, who sat opposite, was looking at Boris

as girls of thirteen look at the boy they are in love with and

have just kissed for the first time. Sometimes that same look

fell on Pierre, and that funny lively little girl's look made him

inclined to laugh without knowing why.