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PART FOUR CHAPTER 11
Chapter 11
EVERYONE took part in the conversation except Kitty and Levin. At first, when
they were talking of the influence that one people has on another, there rose
to Levin’s mind what he had to say on the subject. But these ideas, once of such
importance in his eyes, seemed to come into his brain as in a dream, and had now
not the slightest interest for him. It even struck him as strange that they should be
so eager to talk of what was of no use to anyone. Kitty, too, should, one would
have supposed, have been interested in what they were saying of the rights and
education of women. How often she had mused on the subject, thinking of her friend
abroad, Varenka, of her painful state of dependence, how often she had wondered
about herself what would become of her if she did not marry, and how often she
had argued with her sister about it! But it did not interest her at all. She and Levin
had a conversation of their own, yet not a conversation, but some sort of mysterious
communication, which brought them every moment nearer, and stirred in both a
sense of glad terror before the unknown into which they were entering.
At first Levin, in answer to Kitty’s question how he could have seen her last year
in the carriage, told her how he had been coming home from the mowing along the
highroad and had met her.
“It was very, very early in the morning. You were probably only just awake. Your
mother was asleep in the corner. It was an exquisite morning. I was walking along
wondering who it could be in a four-in-hand? It was a splendid set of four horses
with bells, and in a second you flashed by, and I saw you at the window–you were
sitting like this, holding the strings of your cap in both hands, and thinking awfully
deeply about something,” he said, smiling. “How I should like to know what you
were thinking about then! Something important?”
“Wasn’t I dreadfully untidy?” she wondered, but seeing the smile of ecstasy these
reminiscences called up, she felt that the impression she had made had been very
good. She blushed and laughed with delight; “Really I don’t remember.”
“How nicely Turovtsin laughs!” said Levin, admiring his moist eyes and shaking
chest.
“Have you known him long?” asked Kitty.
“Oh, everyone knows him!”
“And I see you think he’s a horrid man?”
“Not horrid, but nothing in him.”
“Oh, you’re wrong! And you must give up thinking so directly!” said Kitty. “I
used to have a very poor opinion of him too, but he, he’s an awfully nice and wonderfully
good-hearted man. He has a heart of gold.”
“How could you find out what sort of heart he has?”
“We are great friends. I know him very well. Last winter, soon after...you came
to see us,” she said, with a guilty and at the same time confiding smile, “all Dolly’s
children had scarlet fever, and he happened to come and see her. And only fancy,”
she said in a whisper, “he felt so sorry for her that he stayed and began to help her
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