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Anna Karenina


                                  there time for that cloud-shell to form? Just now I looked
                                  at the sky, and there was nothing in it—only two white
                                  streaks. Yes, and so imperceptibly too my views of life
                                  changed!’

                                     He went out of the meadow and walked along the
                                  highroad towards the village. A slight wind arose, and the
                                  sky looked gray and sullen. The gloomy moment had
                                  come that usually precedes the dawn, the full triumph of
                                  light over darkness.
                                     Shrinking from the cold, Levin walked rapidly, looking
                                  at the ground. ‘What’s that? Someone coming,’ he
                                  thought, catching the tinkle of bells, and lifting his head.
                                  Forty paces from him a carriage with four horses harnessed
                                  abreast was driving towards him along the grassy road on
                                  which he was walking. The shaft-horses were tilted against
                                  the shafts by the ruts, but the dexterous driver sitting on
                                  the box held the shaft over the ruts, so that the wheels ran
                                  on the smooth part of the road.
                                     This was all Levin noticed, and without wondering
                                  who it could be, he gazed absently at the coach.
                                     In the coach was an old lady dozing in one corner, and
                                  at the window, evidently only just awake, sat a young girl
                                  holding in both hands the ribbons of a white cap. With a
                                  face full of light and thought, full of a subtle, complex



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