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but refrained from touching it. Pierre again covered his eyes and thought he would never never them again. Suddenly he was aware of a stir all around. He looked up: Dolokhov was standing on the window sill, with a pale but radiant face.　　"It's empty."　　He threw the bottle to the Englishman, who caught it neatly. Dolokhov jumped down. He smelt strongly of rum.　　"Well done!... Fine fellow!... There's a bet for you!... Devil take you!" came from different sides.　　The Englishman took out his purse and began counting out the money. Dolokhov stood frowning and did not speak. Pierre jumped upon the window sill.　　"Gentlemen, who wishes to bet with me? I'll do the same thing!" he suddenly cried. "Even without a bet, there! Tell them to bring me a bottle. I'll do it.... Bring a bottle,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!"　　"Let him do it, let him do it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]," said Dolokhov,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], smiling.　　"What next? Have you gone mad?... No one would let you!... Why, you go giddy even on a staircase," exclaimed several voices.　　"I'll drink it,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Let's have a bottle of rum!" shouted Pierre, banging the table with a determined and drunken gesture and preparing to climb out of the window.　　They seized him by his arms; but he was so strong that everyone who touched him was sent flying.　　"No, you'll never manage him that way," said Anatole. "Wait a bit and I'll get round him.... Listen! I'll take your bet tomorrow, but now we are all going to -'s."　　"Come on then," cried Pierre. "Come on!... And we'll take Bruin with us."　　And h
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