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Chapter 14

           Oh,howRostóvdetestedatthatmomentthosehandswiththeirshortreddishfingersandhairywrists,whichheldhimintheirpower....Thetenfelltohim.

           “Youoweforty-threethousand,Count,”saidDólokhov,andstretchinghimselfherosefromthetable.“Onedoesgettiredsittingsolong,”headded.

           “Yes,I’mtiredtoo,”saidRostóv.

           Dólokhovcuthimshort,asiftoremindhimthatitwasnotforhimtojest.

           “WhenamItoreceivethemoney,Count?”

           Rostóv,flushing,drewDólokhovintothenextroom.

           “Icannotpayitallimmediately.WillyoutakeanI.O.U.?”hesaid.

           “Isay,Rostóv,”saidDólokhovclearly,smilingandlookingNicholasstraightintheeyes,“youknowthesaying,‘Luckyinlove,unluckyatcards.’Yourcousinisinlovewithyou,Iknow.”

           “Oh,it’sterribletofeeloneselfsointhisman’spower,”thoughtRostóv.Heknewwhatashockhewouldinflictonhisfatherandmotherbythenewsofthisloss,heknewwhatareliefitwouldbetoescapeitall,andfeltthatDólokhovknewthathecouldsavehimfromallthisshameandsorrow,butwantednowtoplaywithhimasacatdoeswithamouse.

           “Yourcousin...”Dólokhovstartedtosay,butNicholasinterruptedhim.

           “Mycousinhasnothingtodowiththisandit’snotnecessarytomentionher!”heexclaimedfiercely.

           “ThenwhenamItohaveit?”

           “Tomorrow,”repliedRostóvandlefttheroom.

           

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