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Anna Karenina

‘What an absurd fancy! Why, did she swim in some
special way, then?’ said Anna, not answering.
‘There was absolutely nothing in it. That’s just what I
say, it was awfully stupid. Well, then, when do you think

of going?’
Anna shook her head as though trying to drive away
some unpleasant idea.
‘When? Why, the sooner the better! By tomorrow we
shan’t be ready. The day after tomorrow.’
‘Yes...oh, no, wait a minute! The day after to-
morrow’s Sunday, I have to be at maman’s,’ said Vronsky,
embarrassed, because as soon as he uttered his mother’s
name he was aware of her intent, suspicious eyes. His
embarrassment confirmed her suspicion. She flushed hotly
and drew away from him. It was now not the Queen of
Sweden’s swimming-mistress who filled Anna’s
imagination, but the young Princess Sorokina. She was
staying in a village near Moscow with Countess
Vronskaya.
‘Can’t you go tomorrow?’ she said.
‘Well, no! The deeds and the money for the business
I’m going there for I can’t get by tomorrow,’ he
answered.
‘If so, we won’t go at all.’

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