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Anna Karenina

Yashvin, glancing at his comrade’s gloomy face. ‘His hind-
quarters aren’t quite first-rate, but the legs and head—one
couldn’t wish for anything better.’
‘I think I will take him,’ answered Vronsky.

Their conversation about horses interested him, but he
did not for an instant forget Anna, and could not help
listening to the sound of steps in the corridor and looking
at the clock on the chimney piece.
‘Anna Arkadyevna gave orders to announce that she has
gone to the theater.’
Yashvin, tipping another glass of brandy into the
bubbling water, drank it and got up, buttoning his coat.
‘Well, let’s go,’ he said, faintly smiling under his
mustache, and showing by this smile that he knew the
cause of Vronsky’s gloominess, and did not attach any
significance to it.
‘I’m not going,’ Vronsky answered gloomily.
‘Well, I must, I promised to. Good-bye, then. If you
do, come to the stalls; you can take Kruzin’s stall,’ added
Yashvin as he went out.
‘No, I’m busy.’
‘A wife is a care, but it’s worse when she’s not a wife,’
thought Yashvin, as he walked out of the hotel.

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