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"Yes," said Rostov as if it cost him a great deal to utter the

word; and he sat down at the nearest table.

Both were silent. There were two Germans and a Russian officer in

the room. No one spoke and the only sounds heard were the clatter

of knives and the munching of the lieutenant.

When Telyanin had finished his lunch he took out of his pocket a

double purse and, drawing its rings aside with his small, white,

turned-up fingers, drew out a gold imperial, and lifting his

eyebrows gave it to the waiter.

"Please be quick," he said.

The coin was a new one. Rostov rose and went up to Telyanin.

"Allow me to look at your purse," he said in a low, almost

inaudible, voice.

With shifting eyes but eyebrows still raised, Telyanin handed him

the purse.

"Yes, it's a nice purse. Yes, yes," he said, growing suddenly

pale, and added, "Look at it, young man."