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“
Wait
a
bit
,
wait
a
bit
,
I
know
there
are
nineteen
,
”
said
Levin
,
counting
a
second
time
over
the
grouse
and
snipe
,
that
looked
so
much
less
important
now
,
bent
and
dry
and
bloodstained
,
with
heads
crooked
aside
,
than
they
did
when
they
were
flying
.
The
number
was
verified
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
’
s
envy
pleased
Levin
.
He
was
pleased
too
on
returning
to
find
the
man
sent
by
Kitty
with
a
note
was
already
there
.
“
I
am
perfectly
well
and
happy
.
If
you
were
uneasy
about
me
,
you
can
feel
easier
than
ever
.
I
’
ve
a
new
bodyguard
,
Marya
Vlasyevna
,
”
—
this
was
the
midwife
,
a
new
and
important
personage
in
Levin
’
s
domestic
life
.
“
She
has
come
to
have
a
look
at
me
.
She
found
me
perfectly
well
,
and
we
have
kept
her
till
you
are
back
.
All
are
happy
and
well
,
and
please
,
don
’
t
be
in
a
hurry
to
come
back
,
but
,
if
the
sport
is
good
,
stay
another
day
.
”
These
two
pleasures
,
his
lucky
shooting
and
the
letter
from
his
wife
,
were
so
great
that
two
slightly
disagreeable
incidents
passed
lightly
over
Levin
.
One
was
that
the
chestnut
trace
horse
,
who
had
been
unmistakably
overworked
on
the
previous
day
,
was
off
his
feed
and
out
of
sorts
.
The
coachman
said
he
was
“
Overdriven
yesterday
,
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
.
Yes
,
indeed
!
driven
ten
miles
with
no
sense
!
”
The
other
unpleasant
incident
,
which
for
the
first
minute
destroyed
his
good
humor
,
though
later
he
laughed
at
it
a
great
deal
,
was
to
find
that
of
all
the
provisions
Kitty
had
provided
in
such
abundance
that
one
would
have
thought
there
was
enough
for
a
week
,
nothing
was
left
.
On
his
way
back
,
tired
and
hungry
from
shooting
,
Levin
had
so
distinct
a
vision
of
meat
-
pies
that
as
he
approached
the
hut
he
seemed
to
smell
and
taste
them
,
as
Laska
had
smelt
the
game
,
and
he
immediately
told
Philip
to
give
him
some
.
It
appeared
that
there
were
no
pies
left
,
nor
even
any
chicken
.
“
Well
,
this
fellow
’
s
appetite
!
”
said
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
laughing
and
pointing
at
Vassenka
Veslovsky
.
“
I
never
suffer
from
loss
of
appetite
,
but
he
’
s
really
marvelous
!
.
.
.
”
“
Well
,
it
can
’
t
be
helped
,
”
said
Levin
,
looking
gloomily
at
Veslovsky
.
“
Well
,
Philip
,
give
me
some
beef
,
then
.
”
“
The
beef
’
s
been
eaten
,
and
the
bones
given
to
the
dogs
,
”
answered
Philip
.
Levin
was
so
hurt
that
he
said
,
in
a
tone
of
vexation
,
“
You
might
have
left
me
something
!
”
and
he
felt
ready
to
cry
.
