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Anna Karenina


                                  those creatures which seem only not to speak because the
                                  mechanism of their mouth does not allow them to.
                                     To Vronsky, at any rate, it seemed that she understood
                                  all he felt at that moment, looking at her.

                                     Directly Vronsky went towards her, she drew in a deep
                                  breath, and, turning back her prominent eye till the white
                                  looked bloodshot, she started at the approaching figures
                                  from the opposite side, shaking her muzzle, and shifting
                                  lightly from one leg to the other.
                                     ‘There, you see how fidgety she is,’ said the
                                  Englishman.
                                     ‘There, darling! There!’ said Vronsky, going up to the
                                  mare and speaking soothingly to her.
                                     But the nearer he came, the more excited she grew.
                                  Only when he stood by her head, she was suddenly
                                  quieter, while the muscles quivered under her soft,
                                  delicate coat. Vronsky patted her strong neck, straightened
                                  over her sharp withers a stray lock of her mane that had
                                  fallen on the other side, and moved his face near her
                                  dilated nostrils, transparent as a bat’s wing. She drew a
                                  loud breath and snorted out through her tense nostrils,
                                  started, pricked up her sharp ear, and put out her strong,
                                  black lip towards Vronsky, as though she would nip hold
                                  of his sleeve. But remembering the muzzle, she shook it



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