BOOK TEN: 1812
10. CHAPTER X
 (continued)
Mademoiselle Bourienne took from her reticule a proclamation (not
 printed on ordinary Russian paper) of General Rameau's, telling people
 not to leave their homes and that the French authorities would
 afford them proper protection. She handed this to the princess. 
"I think it would be best to appeal to that general," she continued,
 "and and am sure that all due respect would be shown you." 
Princess Mary read the paper, and her face began to quiver with
 stifled sobs. 
"From whom did you get this?" she asked. 
"They probably recognized that I am French, by my name," replied
 Mademoiselle Bourienne blushing. 
Princess Mary, with the paper in her hand, rose from the window
 and with a pale face went out of the room and into what had been
 Prince Andrew's study. 
"Dunyasha, send Alpatych, or Dronushka, or somebody to me!" she
 said, "and tell Mademoiselle Bourienne not to come to me," she
 added, hearing Mademoiselle Bourienne's voice. "We must go at once, at
 once!" she said, appalled at the thought of being left in the hands of
 the French. 
"If Prince Andrew heard that I was in the power of the French!
 That I, the daughter of Prince Nicholas Bolkonski, asked General
 Rameau for protection and accepted his favor!" This idea horrified
 her, made her shudder, blush, and feel such a rush of anger and
 pride as she had never experienced before. All that was distressing,
 and especially all that was humiliating, in her position rose
 vividly to her mind. "They, the French, would settle in this house: M.
 le General Rameau would occupy Prince Andrew's study and amuse himself
 by looking through and reading his letters and papers. Mademoiselle
 Bourienne would do the honors of Bogucharovo for him. I should be
 given a small room as a favor, the soldiers would violate my
 father's newly dug grave to steal his crosses and stars, they would
 tell me of their victories over the Russians, and would pretend to
 sympathize with my sorrow..." thought Princess Mary, not thinking
 her own thoughts but feeling bound to think like her father and her
 brother. For herself she did not care where she remained or what
 happened to her, but she felt herself the representative of her dead
 father and of Prince Andrew. Involuntarily she thought their
 thoughts and felt their feelings. What they would have said and what
 they would have done she felt bound to say and do. She went into
 Prince Andrew's study, trying to enter completely into his ideas,
 and considered her position. 
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