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Anna Karenina eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,033 pages of information about Anna Karenina.
attention on his face, as though she were recognizing him, and then promptly turned away to the passing crowd, as though seeking someone.  In that brief look Vronsky had time to notice the suppressed eagerness which played over her face, and flitted between the brilliant eyes and the faint smile that curved her red lips.  It was as though her nature were so brimming over with something that against her will it showed itself now in the flash of her eyes, and now in her smile.  Deliberately she shrouded the light in her eyes, but it shone against her will in the faintly perceptible smile.

Vronsky stepped into the carriage.  His mother, a dried-up old lady with black eyes and ringlets, screwed up her eyes, scanning her son, and smiled slightly with her thin lips.  Getting up from the seat and handing her maid a bag, she gave her little wrinkled hand to her son to kiss, and lifting his head from her hand, kissed him on the cheek.

“You got my telegram?  Quite well?  Thank God.”

“You had a good journey?” said her son, sitting down beside her, and involuntarily listening to a woman’s voice outside the door.  He knew it was the voice of the lady he had met at the door.

“All the same I don’t agree with you,” said the lady’s voice.

“It’s the Petersburg view, madame.”

“Not Petersburg, but simply feminine,” she responded.

“Well, well, allow me to kiss your hand.”

“Good-bye, Ivan Petrovitch.  And could you see if my brother is here, and send him to me?” said the lady in the doorway, and stepped back again into the compartment.

“Well, have you found your brother?” said Countess Vronskaya, addressing the lady.

Vronsky understood now that this was Madame Karenina.

“Your brother is here,” he said, standing up.  “Excuse me, I did not know you, and, indeed, our acquaintance was so slight,” said Vronsky, bowing, “that no doubt you do not remember me.”

“Oh, no,” said she, “I should have known you because your mother and I have been talking, I think, of nothing but you all the way.”  As she spoke she let the eagerness that would insist on coming out show itself in her smile.  “And still no sign of my brother.”

“Do call him, Alexey,” said the old countess.  Vronsky stepped out onto the platform and shouted: 

“Oblonsky!  Here!”

Madame Karenina, however, did not wait for her brother, but catching sight of him she stepped out with her light, resolute step.  And as soon as her brother had reached her, with a gesture that struck Vronsky by its decision and its grace, she flung her left arm around his neck, drew him rapidly to her, and kissed him warmly.  Vronsky gazed, never taking his eyes from her, and smiled, he could not have said why.  But recollecting that his mother was waiting for him, he went back again into the carriage.

“She’s very sweet, isn’t she?” said the countess of Madame Karenina.  “Her husband put her with me, and I was delighted to have her.  We’ve been talking all the way.  And so you, I hear..._vous filez le parfait amour.  Tant mieux, mon cher, tant mieux._”

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