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At last the guilty Kouzma flew panting into the room with the shirt.
`Only just in time. They were just lifting it into the van,' said Kouzma.
Three minutes later Levin ran full speed into the corridor, without looking at his watch for fear of aggravating his sufferings.
`You won't help matters like that,' said Stepan Arkadyevich with a smile, hurrying with more deliberation after him. `It will come round, it will come round - I tell you.'
? Leo Tolstoy