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Anna Karenina

and love for such spectacles is an unmistakable proof of a
low degree of development in the spectator, I admit, but..’
‘Princess, bets!’ sounded Stepan Arkadyevitch’s voice
from below. addressing Betsy. ‘Who’s your favorite?’

‘Anna and I are for Kuzovlev,’ replied Betsy.
‘I’m for Vronsky. A pair of gloves?’
‘Done!’
‘But it is a pretty sight, isn’t it?’
Alexey Alexandrovitch paused while there was talking
about him, but he began again directly.
‘I admit that manly sports do not...’ he was continuing.
But at that moment the racers started, and all
conversation ceased. Alexey Alexandrovitch too was silent,
and everyone stood up and turned towards the stream.
Alexey Alexandrovitch took no interest in the race, and so
he did not watch the racers, but fell listlessly to scanning
the spectators with his weary eyes. His eyes rested upon
Anna.
Her face was white and set. She was obviously seeing
nothing and no one but one man. Her hand had
convulsively clutched her fan, and she held her breath. He
looked at her and hastily turned away, scrutinizing other
faces.

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