Nicholas ate and drank (chiefly the latter) in silence.
He finished a couple of bottles of wine by himself.
The process in his mind went on tormenting him without reaching a conclusion.
He feared to give way to his thoughts, yet could not get rid of them.
Suddenly, on one of the officers' saying that it was humiliating to look at the French, Rostov began shouting with uncalled-for wrath, and therefore much to the surprise of the officers: "How can you judge what's best?" he cried, the blood suddenly rushing to his face.

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