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Chapter 13

           Nowonlytwelvehundredrubleswasleftofthatmoney,sothatthissevenofheartsmeantforhimnotonlythelossofsixteenhundredrubles,butthenecessityofgoingbackonhisword.WithasinkinghearthewatchedDólokhov’shandsandthought,“Nowthen,makehasteandletmehavethiscardandI’lltakemycapanddrivehometosupperwithDenísov,Natásha,andSónya,andwillcertainlynevertouchacardagain.”Atthatmomenthishomelife,jokeswithPétya,talkswithSónya,duetswithNatásha,piquetwithhisfather,andevenhiscomfortablebedinthehouseonthePovarskáyarosebeforehimwithsuchvividness,clearness,andcharmthatitseemedasifitwereallalostandunappreciatedbliss,longpast.Hecouldnotconceivethatastupidchance,lettingthesevenbedealttotherightratherthantotheleft,mightdeprivehimofallthishappiness,newlyappreciatedandnewlyillumined,andplungehimintothedepthsofunknownandundefinedmisery.Thatcouldnotbe,yetheawaitedwithasinkingheartthemovementofDólokhov’shands.Thosebroad,reddishhands,withhairywristsvisiblefromundertheshirtcuffs,laiddownthepackandtookupaglassandapipethatwerehandedhim.

           “Soyouarenotafraidtoplaywithme?”repeatedDólokhov,andasifabouttotellagoodstoryheputdownthecards,leanedbackinhischair,andbegandeliberatelywithasmile:

           “Yes,gentlemen,I’vebeentoldthere’sarumorgoingaboutMoscowthatI’masharper,soIadviseyoutobecareful.”

           “Comenow,deal!”exclaimedRostóv

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