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Anna Karenina

the master of the house, her head slightly turned towards
him.
‘No, I don’t throw stones,’ she was saying, in answer to
something, ‘though I can’t understand it,’ she went on,

shrugging her shoulders, and she turned at once with a soft
smile of protection towards Kitty. With a flying, feminine
glance she scanned her attire, and made a movement of
her head, hardly perceptible, but understood by Kitty,
signifying approval of her dress and her looks. ‘You came
into the room dancing,’ she added.
‘This is one of my most faithful supporters,’ said
Korsunsky, bowing to Anna Arkadyevna, whom he had
not yet seen. ‘The princess helps to make balls happy and
successful. Anna Arkadyevna, a waltz?’ he said, bending
down to her.
‘Why, have yo met?’ inquired their host.
‘Is there anyone we have not met? My wife and I are
like white wolves—everyone knows us,’ answered
Korsunsky. ‘A waltz, Anna Arkadyevna?’
‘I don’t dance when it’s possible not to dance,’ she said.
‘But tonight it’s impossible,’ answered Korsunsky.
At that instant Vronsky came up.

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