April 19, 2013
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He paused and looked at her with intent significance; but it was plain to him that she thought there was nothing more at issue than mutual confidences about things in general. Yes, go ahead, she said, a trifle impatient at his delay. I love to door phone systems think of the success of Berande, he said; but that is secondary. It is subordinate to the dearest wish, which is that some day you will share Berande with me in a completer way than that of mere business partnership.
It is for you, some day, when you are ready, to be my wife. It was all they could do to rescue the unlucky man, the visitor went on. And that's the intellectual sort of amusement the son of Count Kirill Vladimirovitch Bezuhov indulges in! she added. And people said he was so well educated and clever. That's how foreign education turns out. I hope no one will receive him here, in spite of his great wealth. They tried to introduce him to me. I gave an door bell intercom
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