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Anna Karenina


                                     Darya Alexandrovna disliked taking leave of Princess
                                  Varvara and the gentlemen of the party. After a day spent
                                  together, both she and her hosts were distinctly aware that
                                  they did not get on together,  and that it was better for

                                  them not to meet. Only Anna was sad. She knew that
                                  now, from Dolly’s departure, no one again would stir up
                                  within her soul the feelings that had been roused by their
                                  conversation. It hurt her to stir up these feelings, but yet
                                  she knew that that was the best part of her soul, and that
                                  that part of her soul would quickly be smothered in the
                                  life she was leading.
                                     As she drove out into the open country, Darya
                                  Alexandrovna had a delightful sense of relief, and she felt
                                  tempted to ask the two men how they had liked being at
                                  Vronsky’s, when suddenly the coachman, Philip, expressed
                                  himself unasked:
                                     ‘Rolling in wealth they may be, but three pots of oats
                                  was all they gave us. Everything cleared up till there
                                  wasn’t a grain left by cockcrow. What are three pots? A
                                  mere mouthful! And oats now down to forty-five
                                  kopecks. At our place, no fear, all comers may have as
                                  much as they can eat.’
                                     ‘The master’s a screw,’ put in the counting house clerk.
                                     ‘Well, did you like their horses?’ asked Dolly.



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