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Laska kept poking her head under his hand. He stroked her, and she promptly curled up at his feet, laying her head on a protruding hand-paw. And in token of all now being well and satisfactory, she opened her mouth a little, smacked her lips, and settling her sticky lips more comfortably about her old teeth, she sank into blissful respose. Levin watched her last movements attentively. ..
`That's what I'll do,' he said to himself; `that's what I'll do! Never mind.... All's well.' ..
? Leo Tolstoy..