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Chapter 17
 (continued)"No," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, who felt a great inclination to
 tell Vronsky of Levin's intentions in regard to Kitty.  "No,
 you've not got a true impression of Levin.  He's a very nervous
 man, and is sometimes out of humor, it's true, but then he is
 often very nice.  He's such a true, honest nature, and a heart of
 gold.  But yesterday there were special reasons," pursued Stepan
 Arkadyevitch, with a meaning smile, totally oblivious of the
 genuine sympathy he had felt the day before for his friend, and
 feeling the same sympathy now, only for Vronsky.  "Yes, there
 were reasons why he could not help being either particularly
 happy or particularly unhappy." Vronsky stood still and asked directly: "How so? Do you mean he
 made your belle-soeur an offer yesterday?" "Maybe," said Stepan Arkadyevitch.  "I fancied something of the
 sort yesterday.  Yes, if he went away early, and was out of humor
 too, it must mean it....  He's been so long in love, and I'm very
 sorry for him." "So that's it!  I should imagine, though, she might reckon on a
 better match," said Vronsky, drawing himself up and walking about
 again, "though I don't know him, of course," he added.  "Yes,
 that is a hateful position!  That's why most fellows prefer to
 have to do with Klaras.  If you don't succeed with them it only
 proves that you've not enough cash, but in this case one's
 dignity's at stake.  But here's the train." The engine had already whistled in the distance.  A few instants
 later the platform was quivering, and with puffs of steam hanging
 low in the air from the frost, the engine rolled up, with the
 lever of the middle wheel rhythmically moving up and down, and
 the stooping figure of the engine-driver covered with frost.
 Behind the tender, setting the platform more and more slowly
 swaying, came the luggage van with a dog whining in it.  At last
 the passenger carriages rolled in, oscillating before coming to a
 standstill. A smart guard jumped out, giving a whistle, and after him one by
 one the impatient passengers began to get down: an officer of
 the guards, holding himself erect, and looking severely about
 him; a nimble little merchant with a satchel, smiling gaily; a
 peasant with a sack over his shoulder. |