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Anna Karenina

‘Good dog, good dog, Krak!’ he cried encouragingly to
the dog, who put his paws up on his chest, catching at his
game bag. Stepan Arkadyevitch was dressed in rough
leggings and spats, in torn trousers and a short coat. On his

head there was a wreck of a hat of indefinite form, but his
gun of a new patent was a perfect gem, and his game bag
and cartridge belt, though worn, were of the very best
quality.
Vassenka Veslovsky had had no notion before that it
was truly chic for a sportsman to be in tatters, but to have
his shooting outfit of the best quality. He saw it now as he
looked at Stepan Arkadyevitch, radiant in his rags,
graceful, well-fed, and joyous, a typical Russian nobleman.
And he made up his mind that next time he went shooting
he would certainly adopt the same get-up.
‘Well, and what about our host?’ he asked.
‘A young wife,’ said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling.
‘Yes, and such a charming one!’
‘He came down dressed. No doubt he’s run up to her
again.’
Stepan Arkadyevitch guessed right. Levin had run up
again to his wife to ask her once more If she forgave him
for his idiocy yesterday, and, moreover, to beg her for
Christ’s sake to be more careful. The great thing was for

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