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"Yes, he is very handsome," thought Pierre, "and I know him. It

would be particularly pleasant to him to dishonor my name and

ridicule me, just because I have exerted myself on his behalf,

befriended him, and helped him. I know and understand what a

spice that would add to the pleasure of deceiving me, if it

really were true. Yes, if it were true, but I do not believe it.

I have no right to, and can't, believe it." He remembered the

expression Dolokhov's face assumed in his moments of cruelty, as

when tying the policeman to the bear and dropping them into the

water, or when he challenged a man to a duel without any reason,

or shot a post-boy's horse with a pistol. That expression was

often on Dolokhov's face when looking at him. "Yes, he is a

bully," thought Pierre, "to kill a man means nothing to him. It

must seem to him that everyone is afraid of him, and that must

please him.