The angry eldest princess, with the long waist and hair plastered down like a doll's, had come into Pierre's room after the funeral.
With drooping eyes and frequent blushes she told him she was very sorry about their past misunderstandings and did not now feel she had a right to ask him for anything, except only for permission, after the blow she had received, to remain for a few weeks longer in the house she so loved and where she had sacrificed so much.
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