beside
Dolohov，
giving a
friendly
and
careless
nudge with
his elbow
to the man
whom other
people
treated
with such
punctilio.
With a
merry
wink， he
smiled at
him， and
leaned
with his
foot
against
the
footlights.
“How like
the
brother is
to his
sister！”
said the
count.
“And how
handsome
they both
are！”
Shinshin
began
telling
the count
in an
undertone
some story
of an
intrigue
of
Kuragin’s
in Moscow，
to which
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