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Chapter 16
 (continued)Levin smiled contemptuously.  "I know," he thought, "that fashion
 not only in him, but in all city people, who, after being twice
 in ten years in the country, pick up two or three phrases and use
 them in season and out of season, firmly persuaded that they know
 all about it.  'Timber, run to so many yards the acre.'  He says
 those words without understanding them himself." "I wouldn't attempt to teach you what you write about in your
 office," said he, "and if need arose, I should come to you to ask
 about it.  But you're so positive you know all the lore of the
 forest.  It's difficult.  Have you counted the trees?" "How count the trees?" said Stepan Arkadyevitch, laughing, still
 trying to draw his friend out of his ill-temper.  "Count the
 sands of the sea, number the stars.  Some higher power might do
 it." "Oh, well, the higher power of Ryabinin can.  Not a single
 merchant ever buys a forest without counting the trees, unless
 they get it given them for nothing, as you're doing now.  I know
 your forest.  I go there every year shooting, and your forest's
 worth a hundred and fifty roubles and acre paid down, while he's
 giving you sixty by installments.  So that in fact you're making
 him a present of thirty thousand." "Come, don't let your imagination run away with you," said Stepan
 Arkadyevitch piteously.  "Why was it none would give it, then?" "Why, because he has an understanding with the merchants; he's
 bought them off.  I've had to do with all of them; I know them.
 They're not merchants, you know: they're speculators.  He
 wouldn't look at a bargain that gave him ten, fifteen per cent
 profit, but holds back to buy a rouble's worth for twenty
 kopecks." "Well, enough of it!  You're out of temper." "Not the least," said Levin gloomily, as they drove up to the
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