All attention was absorbed by the count and Marya Dmitryevna. Natasha
pulled at the sleeve or gown of every one present, urging them to look
at papa, though they never took their eyes off the dancers. In the
pauses in the dance the count drew a deep breath, waved his hands and
shouted to the musician to play faster. More and more quickly, more and
more nimbly the count pirouetted, turning now on his toes and now on his
heels, round Marya Dmitryevna. At last, twisting his lady round to her
place, he executed the last steps, kicking his supple legs up behind
him, and bowing his perspiring head and smiling face, with a round sweep
of his right arm, amidst a thunder of applause and laughter, in which
Natasha's laugh was loudest. Both partners stood still, breathing
heavily, and mopping their faces with their batiste
handkerchiefs.“That's how they used to dance in our day, ma chère, said
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“Bravo, Daniel Cooper!” said Marya Dmitryevna, tucking up her sleeves
and drawing a deep, prolonged breath.CHAPTER XVIIIWHILE IN THE ROSTOVS'
HALL they were dancing the sixth anglaise, while the weary orchestra
played wrong notes, and the tired footmen and cooks were getting the
supper, Count Bezuhov had just had his sixth stroke. The doctors
declared that there was no hope of recovery; the sick man received
absolution and the sacrament while unconscious. Preparations were being
made for administering extreme unction, and the house was full of the
bustle and thrill of suspense usual at such moments. Outside the house
undertakers were crowding beyond the gates, trying to escape the notice
of the carriages that drove up, but eagerly anticipating a good order
for the count's funeral. The governor of Moscow, who had been constantly
sending his adjutants to inquire after the count's condition, came
himself that evening to say good-bye to the renowned grandee of
Catherine's court, Count Bezuhov.The magnificent reception-room was
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Every one stood up respectfully when the governor, after being half an
hour alone with the sick man, came out of the sick-room. Bestowing
scanty recognition on the bows with which he was received, he tried to
escape as quickly as possible from the gaze of the doctors,
ecclesiastical personages, and relations. Prince Vassily, who had grown
paler and thinner during the last few days, escorted the governor out,
and softly repeated something to him several times over.After seeing the
governor, Prince Vassily sat down on a chair in the hall alone,
crossing one leg high over the other, leaning his elbow on his knee, and
covering his eyes with his hand. After sitting so for some time he got
up, and with steps more hurried than his wont, he crossed the long
corridor, looking round him with frightened eyes, and went to the back
part of the house to the apartments of the eldest princess.The persons
he had left in the dimly lighted reception-room, next to the sick-room,
talked in broken whispers among themselves, pausing, and looking round
with eyes full of suspense and inquiry whenever the door that led into
the dying man's room creaked as some one went in or came out.“Man's
limitation,” said a little man, an ecclesiastic of some sort, to a lady,
who was sitting near him listening naïvely to his words—“his limitation
is fixed, there is no overstepping it. north face for cheap
”“I wonder if it won't be late for extreme unction?” inquired the lady,
using his clerical title, and apparently having no opinion of her own
on the matter.“It is a great mystery, ma'am,” answered the clerk,
passing his hands over his bald head, on which lay a few tresses of
carefully combed, half grey hair.“Who was that? was it the governor
himself?” they were asking at the other end of the room. “What a
young-looking man!”“And he's over sixty!. … What, do they say, the count
does not know any one? Do they mean to give extreme unction?”“I knew a
man who received extreme unction seven times.”The second princess came
out of the sick-room with tearful eyes, and sat down beside Doctor
Lorrain, who was sitting in a graceful pose under the portrait of
Catherine, with his elbow on the table.“Very fine,” said the doctor in
reply to a question about the weather; “very fine, princess, and
besides, at Moscow, one might suppose oneself in the country.
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