She began looking more languidly, and gazed back at the sportsmen, as it were, with perplexity or reproach in her eyes.
Shots followed shots in rapid succession.
The smoke of the powder hung about the sportsmen, while in the great roomy net of the game bag there were only three light little snipe.
And of these one had been killed by Veslovsky alone, and one by both of them together.
Meanwhile from the other side of the marsh came the sound of Stepan Arkadyevitch's shots, not frequent, but, as Levin fancied, well-directed, for almost after each they heard "Krak, Krak, _apporte_!" This excited Levin still more.

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