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“
Oh
,
yes
,
about
jam
too
;
but
afterwards
,
about
how
men
make
offers
.
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Levin
,
listening
more
to
the
sound
of
her
voice
than
to
the
words
she
was
saying
,
and
all
the
while
paying
attention
to
the
road
,
which
passed
now
through
the
forest
,
and
avoiding
places
where
she
might
make
a
false
step
.
“
And
about
Sergey
Ivanovitch
and
Varenka
.
You
’
ve
noticed
?
.
.
.
I
’
m
very
anxious
for
it
,
”
she
went
on
.
“
What
do
you
think
about
it
?
”
And
she
peeped
into
his
face
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
think
,
”
Levin
answered
,
smiling
.
“
Sergey
seems
very
strange
to
me
in
that
way
.
I
told
you
,
you
know
.
.
.
.
”
“
Yes
,
that
he
was
in
love
with
that
girl
who
died
.
.
.
.
”
“
That
was
when
I
was
a
child
;
I
know
about
it
from
hearsay
and
tradition
.
I
remember
him
then
.
He
was
wonderfully
sweet
.
But
I
’
ve
watched
him
since
with
women
;
he
is
friendly
,
some
of
them
he
likes
,
but
one
feels
that
to
him
they
’
re
simply
people
,
not
women
.
”
“
Yes
,
but
now
with
Varenka
.
.
.
I
fancy
there
’
s
something
.
.
.
.
”
“
Perhaps
there
is
.
.
.
.
But
one
has
to
know
him
.
.
.
.
He
’
s
a
peculiar
,
wonderful
person
.
He
lives
a
spiritual
life
only
.
He
’
s
too
pure
,
too
exalted
a
nature
.
”
“
Why
?
Would
this
lower
him
,
then
?
”
