| PART 2
Chapter 17
 Stepan Arkadyevitch went upstairs with his pocket bulging with
 notes, which the merchant had paid him for three months in
 advance.  The business of the forest was over, the money in his
 pocket; their shooting had been excellent, and Stepan
 Arkadyevitch was in the happiest frame of mind, and so he felt
 specially anxious to dissipate the ill-humor that had come upon
 Levin.  He wanted to finish the day at supper as pleasantly as it
 had been begun. Levin certainly was out of humor, and in spite off all his desire
 to be affectionate and cordial to his charming visitor, he could
 not control his mood.  The intoxication of the news that Kitty
 was not married had gradually begun to work upon him. Kitty was not married, but ill, and ill from love for a man who
 had slighted her.  This slight, as it were, rebounded upon him.
 Vronsky had slighted her, and she had slighted him, Levin.
 Consequently Vronsky had the right to despise Levin, and
 therefore he was his enemy.  But all this Levin did not think
 out.  He vaguely felt that there was something in it insulting to
 him, and he was not angry now at what had disturbed him, but he
 fell foul of everything that presented itself.  The stupid sale
 of the forest, the fraud practiced upon Oblonsky and concluded in
 his house, exasperated him. "Well, finished?" he said, meeting Stepan Arkadyevitch upstairs.
 "Would you like supper?" "Well, I wouldn't say no to it.  What an appetite I get in the
 country!  Wonderful!  Why didn't you offer Ryabinin something?" "Oh, damn him!" "Still, how you do treat him!" said Oblonsky.  "You didn't even
 shake hands with him.  Why not shake hands with him?" "Because I don't shake hands with a waiter, and a waiter's a
 hundred times better than he is." "What a reactionist you are, really!  What about the amalgamation
 of classes?" said Oblonsky. "Anyone who likes amalgamating is welcome to it, but it sickens
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