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Anna Karenina

name called out in such a loud and cheerful voice that he
could not help looking round. At the corner of the
pavement, in a short, stylish overcoat and a low-crowned
fashionable hat, jauntily askew, with a smile that showed a

gleam of white teeth and red lips, stood Stepan
Arkadyevitch, radiant, young, and beaming. He called him
vigorously and urgently, and insisted on his stopping. He
had one arm on the window of a carriage that was
stopping at the corner, and out of the window were thrust
the heads of a lady in a velvet hat, and two children.
Stepan Arkadyevitch was smiling and beckoning to his
brother-in-law. The lady smiled a kindly smile too, and
she too waved her hand to Alexey Alexandrovitch. It was
Dolly with her children.
Alexey Alexandrovitch did not want to see anyone in
Moscow, and least of all his wife’s brother. He raised his
hat and would have driven on, but Stepan Arkadyevitch
told his coachman to stop, and ran across the snow to him.
‘Well, what a shame not to have let us know! Been
here long? I was at Dussot’s yesterday and saw ‘Karenin’
on the visitors’ list, but it never entered my head that it
was you,’ said Stepan Arkadyevitch, sticking his head in at
the window of the carriage, ‘or I should have looked you
up. I am glad to see you!’ he said, knocking one foot

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