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Anna Karenina

accepted her position. She blushed when Vronsky brought
in Golenishtchev, and he was extremely charmed by this
childish blush overspreading her candid and handsome
face. But what he liked particularly was the way in which

at once, as though on purpose that there might be no
misunderstanding with an outsider, she called Vronsky
simply Alexey, and said they were moving into a house
they had just taken, what was here called a palazzo.
Golenishtchev liked this direct and simple attitude to her
own position. Looking at Anna’s manner of simple-
hearted, spirited gaiety, and knowing Alexey
Alexandrovitch and Vronsky, Golenishtchev fancied that
he understood her perfectly. He fancied that he
understood what she was utterly unable to understand:
how it was that, having made her husband wretched,
having abandoned him and her son and lost her good
name, she yet felt full of spirits, gaiety, and happiness.
‘It’s in the guide-book,’ said Golenishtchev, referring to
the palazzo Vronsky had taken. ‘There’s a first-rate
Tintoretto there. One of his latest period.’
‘I tell you what: it’s a lovely day, let’s go and have
another look at it,’ said Vronsky, addressing Anna.
‘I shall be very glad to; I’ll go and put on my hat.
Would you say it’s hot?’ she said, stopping short in the

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