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Anna Karenina

French. Yes, there was nothing else in the dream,’ he said
to himself. ‘But why was it so awful?’ He vividly recalled
the peasant again and those incomprehensible French
words the peasant had uttered, and a chill of horror ran

down his spine.
‘What nonsense!’ thought Vronsky, and glanced at his
watch.
It was half-past eight already. He rang up his servant,
dressed in haste, and went out onto the steps, completely
forgetting the dream and only worried at being late. As he
drove up to the Karenins’ entrance he looked at his watch
and saw it was ten minutes to nine. A high, narrow
carriage with a pair of grays was standing at the entrance.
He recognized Anna’s carriage. ‘She is coming to me,’
thought Vronsky, ‘and better she should. I don’t like
going into that house. But no matter; I can’t hide myself,’
he thought, and with that manner peculiar to him from
childhood, as of a man who has nothing to be ashamed of,
Vronsky got out of his sledge and went to the door. The
door opened, and the hall porter with a rug on his arm
called the carriage. Vronsky, though he did not usually
notice details, noticed at this moment the amazed
expression with which the porter glanced at him. In the
very doorway Vronsky almost ran up against Alexey

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