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This
stiffness
hurt
Kitty
,
and
she
could
not
resist
the
desire
to
smooth
over
her
mother
’
s
coldness
.
She
turned
her
head
,
and
with
a
smile
said
:
“
Good
-
bye
till
this
evening
.
”
At
that
moment
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
his
hat
cocked
on
one
side
,
with
beaming
face
and
eyes
,
strode
into
the
garden
like
a
conquering
hero
.
But
as
he
approached
his
mother
-
in
-
law
,
he
responded
in
a
mournful
and
crestfallen
tone
to
her
inquiries
about
Dolly
’
s
health
.
After
a
little
subdued
and
dejected
conversation
with
his
mother
-
in
-
law
,
he
threw
out
his
chest
again
,
and
put
his
arm
in
Levin
’
s
.
“
Well
,
shall
we
set
off
?
”
he
asked
.
“
I
’
ve
been
thinking
about
you
all
this
time
,
and
I
’
m
very
,
very
glad
you
’
ve
come
,
”
he
said
,
looking
him
in
the
face
with
a
significant
air
“
Yes
,
come
along
,
”
answered
Levin
in
ecstasy
,
hearing
unceasingly
the
sound
of
that
voice
saying
,
“
Good
-
bye
till
this
evening
,
”
and
seeing
the
smile
with
which
it
was
said
.
“
To
the
England
or
the
Hermitage
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
mind
which
.
”
“
All
right
,
then
,
the
England
,
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
selecting
that
restaurant
because
he
owed
more
there
than
at
the
Hermitage
,
and
consequently
considered
it
mean
to
avoid
it
.
“
Have
you
got
a
sledge
?
That
’
s
first
-
rate
,
for
I
sent
my
carriage
home
.
”
The
friends
hardly
spoke
all
the
way
.
Levin
was
wondering
what
that
change
in
Kitty
’
s
expression
had
meant
,
and
alternately
assuring
himself
that
there
was
hope
,
and
falling
into
despair
,
seeing
clearly
that
his
hopes
were
insane
,
and
yet
all
the
while
he
felt
himself
quite
another
man
,
utterly
unlike
what
he
had
been
before
her
smile
and
those
words
,
“
Good
-
bye
till
this
evening
.
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
was
absorbed
during
the
drive
in
composing
the
menu
of
the
dinner
.
