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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,033 pages of information about Anna Karenina.

“Mind,” he said, pointing to the open window opposite the coachman.

He got up and pulled up the window.

“What did you consider unbecoming?” she repeated.

“The despair you were unable to conceal at the accident to one of the riders.”

He waited for her to answer, but she was silent, looking straight before her.

“I have already begged you so to conduct yourself in society that even malicious tongues can find nothing to say against you.  There was a time when I spoke of your inward attitude, but I am not speaking of that now.  Now I speak only of your external attitude.  You have behaved improperly, and I would wish it not to occur again.”

She did not hear half of what he was saying; she felt panic-stricken before him, and was thinking whether it was true that Vronsky was not killed.  Was it of him they were speaking when they said the rider was unhurt, but the horse had broken its back?  She merely smiled with a pretense of irony when he finished, and made no reply, because she had not heard what he said.  Alexey Alexandrovitch had begun to speak boldly, but as he realized plainly what he was speaking of, the dismay she was feeling infected him too.  He saw the smile, and a strange misapprehension came over him.

“She is smiling at my suspicions.  Yes, she will tell me directly what she told me before; that there is no foundation for my suspicions, that it’s absurd.”

At that moment, when the revelation of everything was hanging over him, there was nothing he expected so much as that she would answer mockingly as before that his suspicions were absurd and utterly groundless.  So terrible to him was what he knew that now he was ready to believe anything.  But the expression of her face, scared and gloomy, did not now promise even deception.

“Possibly I was mistaken,” said he.  “If so, I beg your pardon.”

“No, you were not mistaken,” she said deliberately, looking desperately into his cold face.  “You were not mistaken.  I was, and I could not help being in despair.  I hear you, but I am thinking of him.  I love him, I am his mistress; I can’t bear you; I’m afraid of you, and I hate you....  You can do what you like to me.”

And dropping back into the corner of the carriage, she broke into sobs, hiding her face in her hands.  Alexey Alexandrovitch did not stir, and kept looking straight before him.  But his whole face suddenly bore the solemn rigidity of the dead, and his expression did not change during the whole time of the drive home.  On reaching the house he turned his head to her, still with the same expression.

“Very well!  But I expect a strict observance of the external forms of propriety till such time”—­his voice shook—­“as I may take measures to secure my honor and communicate them to you.”

He got out first and helped her to get out.  Before the servants he pressed her hand, took his seat in the carriage, and drove back to Petersburg.  Immediately afterwards a footman came from Princess Betsy and brought Anna a note.

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