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Having said this she went up to the doctor.

"Dear doctor," said she, "this young man is the count's son. Is

there any hope?"

The doctor cast a rapid glance upwards and silently shrugged his

shoulders. Anna Mikhaylovna with just the same movement raised

her shoulders and eyes, almost closing the latter, sighed, and

moved away from the doctor to Pierre. To him, in a particularly

respectful and tenderly sad voice, she said:

"Trust in His mercy!" and pointing out a small sofa for him to

sit and wait for her, she went silently toward the door that

everyone was watching and it creaked very slightly as she

disappeared behind it.