| PART 3
Chapter 6
 (continued)Levin listened to his brother and did not understand a single
 word, and did not want to understand.  He was only afraid his
 brother might ask him some question which would make it evident
 he had not heard. "So that's what I think it is, my dear boy," said Sergey
 Ivanovitch, touching him on the shoulder. "Yes, of course.  But, do you know?  I won't stand up for my
 view," answered Levin, with a guilty, childlike smile.  "Whatever
 was it I was disputing about?" he wondered.  "Of course, I'm
 right, and he's right, and it's all first-rate.  Only I must go
 round to the counting house and see to things." He got up,
 stretching and smiling.  Sergey Ivanovitch smiled too. "If you want to go out, let's go together," he said, disinclined
 to be parted from his brother, who seemed positively breathing
 out freshness and energy.  "Come, we'll go to the counting house,
 if you have to go there." "Oh, heavens!" shouted Levin, so loudly that Sergey Ivanovitch
 was quite frightened. "What, what is the matter?" "How's Agafea Mihalovna's hand?" said Levin, slapping himself on
 the head.  "I'd positively forgotten her even." "It's much better." "Well, anyway I'll run down to her.  Before you've time to get
 your hat on, I'll be back." And he ran downstairs, clattering with his heels like a
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