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SWEATER DESIGNS: you to be careful." "Come now, deal!" exclaimed Rostov. "Oh, those Moscow gossips!" said Dolokhov, and he took up the cards with a smile. "Aah!" Rostov almost screamed lifting both hands to his head. The seven he needed was sweater designs sweater designs the first card in the pack. He had lost more than he could pay. "Still, don't ruin yourself!" said Dolokhov with a side glance at Rostov as he continued to deal. CHAPTER XIV An hour and a half later most of the players were but little interested in their own play. The whole interest was concentrated on Rostov. InsteadSWEATER DESIGNS: of sixteen hundred rubles he had a long column of figures scored against him, which he had reckoned up to ten thousand, but that now, as he vaguely supposed, must have risen to fifteen thousand. In reality it already exceeded twenty thousand rubles. Dolokhov was no longer listening to stories or telling them, sweater designs followed every movement of Rostov's hands and occasionally ran his eyes over the score against him. He had decided to play until that score reached forty-three thousand. He had fixed on that number sweater designs forty-three was the sum of his and Sonya's joint ages. Rostov, leaning
SWEATER DESIGNS: his head on both hands, sat at the table which was scrawled over with figures, wet with spilled wine, and littered with cards. One tormenting impression did not leave him: that those broad-boned sweater designs hands with hairy wrists visible from under the shirt sleeves, those hands which he loved and hated, held him in their power. "Six hundred rubles, ace, a corner, a nine... winning it back's impossible... Oh, how pleasant it was at home!... The knave, double or quits... it can't be!... And why is he doing this to me?" Rostov pondered. Sometimes he staked a large sweater designs but
SWEATER DESIGNS: Dolokhov refused to accept it and fixed the stake himself. Nicholas submitted to him, and at one moment prayed to God as he had done on the battlefield at the bridge over the Enns, and sweater designs guessed that the card that came first to hand from the crumpled heap under the table would save him, now counted the cords on his coat and took a card with that number and tried staking the total of his losses on it, then he looked round for aid from the other players, or peered at the now cold sweater designs of Dolokhov and tried
SWEATER DESIGNS: to read what was passing in his mind. "He sweater designs of course what this loss means to me. He can't want my ruin. Wasn't he my friend? Wasn't I fond of him? But it's not his fault. What's he to do if he has such luck?... And it's not my fault either," he sweater designs to himself, "I have done nothing wrong. Have I killed anyone, or insulted or wished harm to anyone? Why such a terrible misfortune? And when did it begin? Such a little while ago I came to this table with the thought of winning a hundred rubles
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