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Anna Karenina

Princess Varvara was her husband’s aunt, and she had
long known her, and did not respect her. She knew that
Princess Varvara had passed her whole life toadying on her
rich relations, but that she should now be sponging on

Vronsky, a man who was nothing to her, mortified Dolly
on account of her kinship with her husband. Anna noticed
Dolly’s expression, and was disconcerted by it. She
blushed, dropped her riding habit, and stumbled over it.
Darya Alexandrovna went up to the char-a-banc and
coldly greeted Princess Varvara. Sviazhsky too she knew.
He inquired how his queer friend with the young wife
was, and running his eyes over the ill-matched horses and
the carriage with its patched mud-guards, proposed to the
ladies that they should get into the char-a-banc.
‘And I’ll get into this vehicle,’ he said. ‘The horse is
quiet, and the princess drives capitally.’
‘No, stay as you were,’ said Anna, coming up, ‘and
we’ll go in the carriage,’ and taking Dolly’s arm, she drew
her away.
Darya Alexandrovna’s eyes were fairly dazzled by the
elegant carriage of a pattern she had never seen before, the
splendid horses, and the elegant and gorgeous people
surrounding her. But what struck her most of all was the
change that had taken place in Anna, whom she knew so

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