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"You're of the Kiev university?" said Konstantin Levin to

Kritsky, to break the awkward silence that followed.

"Yes, I was of Kiev," Kritsky replied angrily, his face

darkening.

"And this woman," Nikolay Levin interrupted him, pointing to her,

"is the partner of my life, Marya Nikolaevna. I took her out of a

bad house," and he jerked his neck saying this; "but I love her

and respect her, and anyone who wants to know me," he added,

raising his voice and knitting his brows, "I beg to love her and

respect her. She's just the same as my wife, just the same. So

now you know whom you've to do with. And if you think you're

lowering yourself, well, here's the floor, there's the door."

And again his eyes traveled inquiringly over all of them.

"Why I should be lowering myself, I don't understand."

"Then, Masha, tell them to bring supper; three portions, spirits

and wine.... No, wait a minute.... No, it doesn't matter.... Go

along."

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