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Anna Karenina

‘So that’s what I think it is, my dear boy,’ said Sergey
Ivanovitch, touching him on the shoulder.
‘Yes, of course. But, do you know? I won’t stand up
for my view,’ answered Levin, with a guilty, childlike

smile. ‘Whatever was it I was disputing about?’ he
wondered. ‘Of course, I’m right, and he’s right, and it’s all
first-rate. Only I must go round to the counting house and
see to things.’ He got up, stretching and smiling. Sergey
Ivanovitch smiled too.
‘If you want to go out, let’s go together,’ he said,
disinclined to be parted from his brother, who seemed
positively breathing out freshness and energy. ‘Come,
we’ll go to the counting house, if you have to go there.’
‘Oh, heavens!’ shouted Levin, so loudly that Sergey
Ivanovitch was quite frightened.
‘What, what is the matter?’
‘How’s Agafea Mihalovna’s hand?’ said Levin, slapping
himself on the head. ‘I’d positively forgotten her even.’
‘It’s much better.’
‘Well, anyway I’ll run down to her. Before you’ve time
to get your hat on, I’ll be back.’
And he ran downstairs, clattering with his heels like a
spring-rattle.

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