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Anna Karenina

shook hands and smiled, his teeth flashing white in his
black face.
‘Kostya will be delighted. He has gone to his
settlement. It’s time he should be home.’

‘Busy as ever with his farming. It really is a peaceful
backwater,’ said Katavasov; ‘while we in town think of
nothing but the Servian war. Well, how does our friend
look at it? He’s sure not to think like other people.’
‘Oh, I don’t know, like everybody else,’ Kitty
answered, a little embarrassed, looking round at Sergey
Ivanovitch. ‘I’ll send to fetch him. Papa’s staying with us.
He’s only just come home from abroad.’
And making arrangements to send for Levin and for the
guests to wash, one in his room and the other in what had
been Dolly’s, and giving orders for their luncheon, Kitty
ran out onto the balcony, enjoying the freedom, and
rapidity of movement, of which she had been deprived
during the months of her pregnancy.
‘It’s Sergey Ivanovitch and Katavasov, a professor,’ she
said.
‘Oh, that’s a bore in this heat,’ said the prince.
‘No, papa, he’s very nice, and Kostya’s very fond of
him,’ Kitty said, with a deprecating smile, noticing the
irony on her father’s face.

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