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Anna Karenina

the skies before her face, and calling her a treasure, a pearl,
and a consoling angel.
‘Well, she’s the second angel, then,’ said the prince,
smiling. ‘she calls Mademoiselle Varenka angel number

one.’
‘Oh! Mademoiselle Varenka, she’s a real angel, allez,’
Madame Berthe assented.
In the arcade they met Varenka herself. She was
walking rapidly towards them carrying an elegant red bag.
‘Here is papa come,’ Kitty said to her.
Varenka made—simply and naturally as she did
everything—a movement between a bow and curtsey, and
immediately began talking to the prince, without shyness,
naturally, as she talked to everyone.
‘Of course I know you; I know you very well,’ the
prince said to her with a smile, in which Kitty detected
with joy that her father liked her friend. ‘Where are you
off to in such haste?’
‘Maman’s here,’ she said, turning to Kitty. ‘She has not
slept all night, and the doctor advised her to go out. I’m
taking her her work.’
‘So that’s angel number one?’ said the prince when
Varenka had gone on.

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