" I only want to see whether you will let me win this ten, or beat it.

" Dolokhov began to deal seriously.

Oh, how Rostov detested at that moment those hands with their short reddish fingers and hairy wrists, which held him in their power....

The ten fell to him.

"You owe forty-three thousand, Count," said Dolokhov, and stretching himself he rose from the table.