'I noticed that you were not quite sure what to make of me,' said Levin with a good-natured smile, 'so I hastened to start an intellectual conversation, to expiate my sheep-skin.'
–Yo notaba que usted estaba indeciso con respecto a mí –dijo Levin, riendo bonachón–. Por eso me apresuré a iniciar una charla culta para tratar de borrar el aspecto de mi zamarra.