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PART ONE-8
"What shall we drink?" "What you like, only not too much. Champagne," said Levin. "What! to start with? You’re right though, I dare say. Do you like the white seal?" "Cachet blanc," prompted the Tatar. "Very well, then, give us that brand with the oysters, and then we’ll see." "Yes, sir. And what table wine?" "You can give us Nuits. Oh, no, better the classic Chablis." "Yes, sir. And your cheese, your excellency?" "Oh, yes, Parmesan. Or would you like another?" "No, it’s all the same to me," said Levin, unable to suppress a smile. And the Tatar ran off with flying coat-tails, and in five minutes darted in with a dish of opened oysters on mother-of-pearl shells, and a bottle between his fingers. Stepan Arkadyevitch crushed the starchy napkin, tucked it into his waistcoat, and set
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