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Anna Karenina

‘I can’t stand any more of it,’ said one red-faced
gentleman.
After them the face of the marshal of the province was
poked out. His face was dreadful-looking from exhaustion

and dismay.
‘I told you not to let any one out!’ he cried to the
doorkeeper.
‘I let someone in, your excellency!’
‘Mercy on us!’ and with a heavy sigh the marshal of the
province walked with downcast head to the high table in
the middle of the room, his legs staggering in his white
trousers.
Nevyedovsky had scored a higher majority, as they had
planned, and he was the new marshal of the province.
Many people were amused, many were pleased and happy,
many were in ecstasies, many were disgusted and unhappy.
The former marshal of the province was in a state of
despair, which he could not conceal. When Nevyedovsky
went out of the room, the crowd thronged round him and
followed him enthusiastically, just as they had followed the
governor who had opened the meetings, and just as they
had followed Snetkov when he was elected.

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