BOOK TEN: 1812
17. CHAPTER XVII
 (continued)
*"It is the talk of all Moscow. My word, I admire you!" 
"Forfeit, forfeit!" cried the militia officer. 
"All right, one can't talk- how tiresome!" 
"What is 'the talk of all Moscow'?" Pierre asked angrily, rising
 to his feet. 
"Come now, Count, you know!" 
"I don't know anything about it," said Pierre. 
"I know you were friendly with Natalie, and so... but I was always
 more friendly with Vera- that dear Vera." 
"No, madame!" Pierre continued in a tone of displeasure, "I have not
 taken on myself the role of Natalie Rostova's knight at all, and
 have not been their house for nearly a month. But I cannot
 understand the cruelty..." 
"Qui s'excuse s'accuse,"* said Julie, smiling and waving the lint
 triumphantly, and to have the last word she promptly changed the
 subject. "Do you know what I heard today? Poor Mary Bolkonskaya
 arrived in Moscow yesterday. Do you know that she has lost her
 father?" 
*"Who excuses himself, accuses himself." 
"Really? Where is she? I should like very much to see her," said
 Pierre. 
"I spent the evening with her yesterday. She is going to their
 estate near Moscow either today or tomorrow morning, with her nephew." 
"Well, and how is she?" asked Pierre. 
"She is well, but sad. But do you know who rescued her? It is
 quite a romance. Nicholas Rostov! She was surrounded, and they
 wanted to kill her and had wounded some of her people. He rushed in
 and saved her...." 
"Another romance," said the militia officer. "Really, this general
 flight has been arranged to get all the old maids married off. Catiche
 is one and Princess Bolkonskaya another." 
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