" That money is Denisov's; you took it..." he whispered just above Telyanin's ear.

"What? What? How dare you? What?" said Telyanin.

But these words came like a piteous, despairing cry and an entreaty for pardon.

As soon as Rostov heard them, an enormous load of doubt fell from him.

He was glad, and at the same instant began to pity the miserable man who stood before him, but the task he had begun had to be completed.