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PART FIVE-12
He went out of the door without a word, and at once stumbled over Marya Nikolaevna, who had heard of his arrival and had not dared to go in to see him. She was just the same as when he saw her in Moscow; the same woolen gown, and bare arms and neck, and the same good-naturedly stupid, pockmarked face, only a little plumper. "Well, how is he? how is he?" "Very bad. He can’t get up. He has kept expecting you. He.... Are you ... with your wife?" Levin did not for the first moment understand what it was confused her, but she immediately enlightened him. "I’ll go away. I’ll go down to the kitchen," she brought out. "Nikolay Dmitrievitch will be delighted. He heard about it, and knows your lady, and remembers her abroad." Levin realized that she meant his wife, and did not know what answer
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