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Rostóv
took
the
purse
in
his
hand
,
examined
it
and
the
money
in
it
,
and
looked
at
Telyánin
.
The
lieutenant
was
looking
about
in
his
usual
way
and
suddenly
seemed
to
grow
very
merry
.
"
If
we
get
to
Vienna
I
'll
get
rid
of
it
there
but
in
these
wretched
little
towns
there
's
nowhere
to
spend
it
,
"
said
he
.
"
Well
,
let
me
have
it
,
young
man
,
I
'm
going
.
"
Rostóv
did
not
speak
.
"
And
you
?
Are
you
going
to
have
lunch
too
?
They
feed
you
quite
decently
here
,
"
continued
Telyánin
.
"
Now
then
,
let
me
have
it
.
"
He
stretched
out
his
hand
to
take
hold
of
the
purse
.
Rostóv
let
go
of
it
.
Telyánin
took
the
purse
and
began
carelessly
slipping
it
into
the
pocket
of
his
riding
breeches
,
with
his
eyebrows
lifted
and
his
mouth
slightly
open
,
as
if
to
say
,
"
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
putting
my
purse
in
my
pocket
and
that
's
quite
simple
and
is
no
one
else
's
business
.
"
"
Well
,
young
man
?
"
he
said
with
a
sigh
,
and
from
under
his
lifted
brows
he
glanced
into
Rostóv
's
eyes
.
Some
flash
as
of
an
electric
spark
shot
from
Telyánin
's
eyes
to
Rostóv
's
and
back
,
and
back
again
and
again
in
an
instant
.
"
Come
here
,
"
said
Rostóv
,
catching
hold
of
Telyánin
's
arm
and
almost
dragging
him
to
the
window
.
"
That
money
is
Denísov
's
;
you
took
it
...
"
he
whispered
just
above
Telyánin
's
ear
.
"
What
?
What
?
How
dare
you
?
What
?
"
said
Telyánin
.
