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Anna Karenina

hungry man who has been given food. He may be cold,
and dressed in rags, and ashamed, but he is not unhappy. I
unhappy? No, this is my unhappiness...’
She could hear the sound of her son’s voice coming

towards them, and glancing swiftly round the terrace, she
got up impulsively. Her eyes glowed with the fire he
knew so well; with a rapid movement she raised her lovely
hands, covered with rings, took his head, looked a long
look into his face, and, putting up her face with smiling,
parted lips, swiftly kissed his mouth and both eyes, and
pushed him away. She would have gone, but he held her
back.
‘When?’ he murmured in a whisper, gazing in ecstasy at
her.
‘Tonight, at one o’clock,’ she whispered, and, with a
heavy sigh, she walked with her light, swift step to meet
her son.
Seryozha had been caught by the rain in the big
garden, and he and his nurse had taken shelter in an arbor.
‘Well, au revoir,’ she said to Vronsky. ‘I must soon be
getting ready for the races. Betsy promised to fetch me.’
Vronsky, looking at his watch, went away hurriedly.

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