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“
I
beg
you
to
explain
.
.
.
.
”
he
said
with
dignity
,
understanding
at
last
.
“
I
can
’
t
explain
,
”
Levin
said
softly
and
deliberately
,
trying
to
control
the
trembling
of
his
jaw
;
“
and
you
’
d
better
not
ask
.
”
And
as
the
split
ends
were
all
broken
off
,
Levin
clutched
the
thick
ends
in
his
finger
,
broke
the
stick
in
two
,
and
carefully
caught
the
end
as
it
fell
.
Probably
the
sight
of
those
nervous
fingers
,
of
the
muscles
he
had
proved
that
morning
at
gymnastics
,
of
the
glittering
eyes
,
the
soft
voice
,
and
quivering
jaws
,
convinced
Vassenka
better
than
any
words
.
He
bowed
,
shrugging
his
shoulders
,
and
smiling
contemptuously
.
“
Can
I
not
see
Oblonsky
?
”
The
shrug
and
the
smile
did
not
irritate
Levin
.
“
What
else
was
there
for
him
to
do
?
”
he
thought
.
“
I
’
ll
send
him
to
you
at
once
.
”
“
What
madness
is
this
?
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
said
when
,
after
hearing
from
his
friend
that
he
was
being
turned
out
of
the
house
,
he
found
Levin
in
the
garden
,
where
he
was
walking
about
waiting
for
his
guest
’
s
departure
.
“
Mais
c
’
est
ridicule
!
What
fly
has
stung
you
?
Mais
c
’
est
du
dernier
ridicule
!
What
did
you
think
,
if
a
young
man
.
.
.
.
”
