They had nothing to talk about, as was almost always the case at this time, and laying her hand on the table she kept opening and shutting it, and laughed herself as she watched her action.
He remembered how he had kissed it and then had examined the lines on the pink palm.
" Have mercy on us again!" thought Levin, crossing himself, bowing, and looking at the supple spring of the deacon's back bowing before him.
" She took my hand then and examined the lines 'You've got a splendid hand,' she said.
" And he looked at his own hand and the short hand of the deacon.