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But
these
words
came
like
a
piteous
,
despairing
cry
and
an
entreaty
for
pardon
.
As
soon
as
Rostóv
heard
them
,
an
enormous
load
of
doubt
fell
from
him
.
He
was
glad
,
and
at
the
same
instant
began
to
pity
the
miserable
man
who
stood
before
him
,
but
the
task
he
had
begun
had
to
be
completed
.
"
Heaven
only
knows
what
the
people
here
may
imagine
,
"
muttered
Telyánin
,
taking
up
his
cap
and
moving
toward
a
small
empty
room
.
"
We
must
have
an
explanation
...
"
"
I
know
it
and
shall
prove
it
,
"
said
Rostóv
.
"
I.
.
.
"
Every
muscle
of
Telyánin
's
pale
,
terrified
face
began
to
quiver
,
his
eyes
still
shifted
from
side
to
side
but
with
a
downward
look
not
rising
to
Rostóv
's
face
,
and
his
sobs
were
audible
.
"
Count
!
...
Do
n't
ruin
a
young
fellow
...
here
is
this
wretched
money
,
take
it
...
"
He
threw
it
on
the
table
.
"
I
have
an
old
father
and
mother
!
...
"
Rostóv
took
the
money
,
avoiding
Telyánin
's
eyes
,
and
went
out
of
the
room
without
a
word
.
But
at
the
door
he
stopped
and
then
retraced
his
steps
.
"
O
God
,
"
he
said
with
tears
in
his
eyes
,
"
how
could
you
do
it
?
"
"
Count
...
"
said
Telyánin
drawing
nearer
to
him
"
Do
n't
touch
me
,
"
said
Rostóv
,
drawing
back
.
"
If
you
need
it
,
take
the
money
,
"
and
he
threw
the
purse
to
him
and
ran
out
of
the
inn
.
That
same
evening
there
was
an
animated
discussion
among
the
squadron
's
officers
in
Denísov
's
quarters
.
