Anna Karenina eBook

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

She looked at her watch.  Twenty minutes had passed.  “By now he has received the note and is coming back.  Not long, ten minutes more....  But what if he doesn’t come?  No, that cannot be.  He mustn’t see me with tear-stained eyes.  I’ll go and wash.  Yes, yes; did I do my hair or not?” she asked herself.  And she could not remember.  She felt her head with her hand.  “Yes, my hair has been done, but when I did it I can’t in the least remember.”  She could not believe the evidence of her hand, and went up to the pier glass to see whether she really had done her hair.  She certainly had, but she could not think when she had done it.  “Who’s that?” she thought, looking in the looking glass at the swollen face with strangely glittering eyes, that looked in a scared way at her.  “Why, it’s I!” she suddenly understood, and looking round, she seemed all at once to feel his kisses on her, and twitched her shoulders, shuddering.  Then she lifted her hand to her lips and kissed it.

“What is it?  Why, I’m going out of my mind!” and she went into her bedroom, where Annushka was tidying the room.

“Annushka,” she said, coming to a standstill before her, and she stared at the maid, not knowing what to say to her.

“You meant to go and see Darya Alexandrovna,” said the girl, as though she understood.

“Darya Alexandrovna?  Yes, I’ll go.”

“Fifteen minutes there, fifteen minutes back.  He’s coming, he’ll be here soon.”  She took out her watch and looked at it.  “But how could he go away, leaving me in such a state?  How can he live, without making it up with me?” She went to the window and began looking into the street.  Judging by the time, he might be back now.  But her calculations might be wrong, and she began once more to recall when he had started and to count the minutes.

At the moment when she had moved away to the big clock to compare it with her watch, someone drove up.  Glancing out of the window, she saw his carriage.  But no one came upstairs, and voices could be heard below.  It was the messenger who had come back in the carriage.  She went down to him.

“We didn’t catch the count.  The count had driven off on the lower city road.”

“What do you say?  What!...” she said to the rosy, good-humored Mihail, as he handed her back her note.

“Why, then, he has never received it!” she thought.

“Go with this note to Countess Vronskaya’s place, you know? and bring an answer back immediately,” she said to the messenger.

“And I, what am I going to do?” she thought.  “Yes, I’m going to Dolly’s, that’s true or else I shall go out of my mind.  Yes, and I can telegraph, too.”  And she wrote a telegram.  “I absolutely must talk to you; come at once.”  After sending off the telegram, she went to dress.  When she was dressed and in her hat, she glanced again into the eyes of the plump, comfortable-looking Annushka.  There was unmistakable sympathy in those good-natured little gray eyes.

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