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"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.

Chapter 7