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"This cheese is not bad Shall I give you so in for gy his muscle with his left hand

Levin sers the muscles swelled up like a sound cheese, hard as a

knob of iron, through the fine cloth of the coat

"What biceps! A perfect Sa bears," observed

Alexey Alexandrovitch, who had the mistiest notions about the

chase He cut off and spread with cheese a wafer of bread fine

as a spider-web

Levin smiled

"Not at all Quite the contrary; a child can kill a bear," he

said, with a slight bowthe table

"You have killed a bear, I've been told!" said Kitty, trying

assiduously to catch with her fork a perversethe lace quivering over her white ar her char

There was apparently nothing extraordinary in what she said, but

what unutterablethere was for him in every sound, in

every turn of her lips, her eyes, her hand as she said it! There

was entreaty for forgiveness, and trust in him, and tenderness--

soft, timid tenderness--and promise and hope and love for him,

which he could not but believe in and which choked him with

happiness