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From: mona s. <Go...@ma...> - 2006-05-22 04:52:05
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<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> <html> <head> <title>lobscouse presumed</title> <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"> </head> <body> <b>Good day!</b><br> <div align="center"> <IMG src="cid:f627a89b53d4$0ce1f627$a89b53d4@shrina" border="0"><br> <strong><font size="5" face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> comisarovnety<font color="#CC0000">[dot]</font>com</font></strong><br> <br><br>---- <p>arranged, thanks to Marya Philimonovna, that she was disinclined to make any change in them; besides, she had no faith in Levin's knowledge of farming. General principles, as to the cow being a machine for the production of milk, she looked on with suspicion. It seemed to her that such principles could only be a hindrance in farm management. It all seemed to her a far simpler matter: all that was needed, as Marya Philimonovna had explained, was to give Brindle and Whitebreast more food and drink, and not to let the cook carry all the kitchen slops to the laundry maid's cow. That was clear. But general propositions as to feeding on meal and on grass were doubtful and obscure. And, what was most important, she wanted to talk about Kitty. Chapter 10 "Kitty writes to me that there's nothing she longs for so much as quiet and solitude," Dolly said after the silence that had followed. "And how is she--better?" Levin asked in agitation. "Thank God, she's quite well again. I never believed her lungs were affected." "Oh, I'm very glad!" said Levin, and Dolly fancied she saw something touching, helpless, in his face as he said this and looked silently into her face.</p> <br> </div> </body> </html> |
