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Anna Karenina

‘Well, have you found your brother?’ said Countess
Vronskaya, addressing the lady.
Vronsky understood now that this was Madame
Karenina.

‘Your brother is here,’ he said, standing up. ‘Excuse
me, I did not know you, and, indeed, our acquaintance
was so slight,’ said Vronsky, bowing, ‘that no doubt you
do not remember me.’
‘Oh, no,’ said she, ‘I should have known you because
your mother and I have been talking, I think, of nothing
but you all the way.’ As she spoke she let the eagerness
that would insist on coming out show itself in her smile.
‘And still no sign of my brother.’
‘Do call him, Alexey,’ said the old countess. Vronsky
stepped out onto the platform and shouted:
‘Oblonsky! Here!’
Madame Karenina, however, did not wait for her
brother, but catching sight of him she stepped out with
her light, resolute step. And as soon as her brother had
reached her, with a gesture that struck Vronsky by its
decision and its grace, she flung her left arm around his
neck, drew him rapidly to her, and kissed him warmly.
Vronsky gazed, never taking his eyes from her, and smiled,
he could not have said why. But recollecting that his

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