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“
Is
Seryozha
quite
well
?
”
she
asked
.
“
And
is
this
all
the
reward
,
”
said
he
,
“
for
my
ardor
?
He
’
s
quite
well
.
.
.
.
”
Vronsky
had
not
even
tried
to
sleep
all
that
night
.
He
sat
in
his
armchair
,
looking
straight
before
him
or
scanning
the
people
who
got
in
and
out
.
If
he
had
indeed
on
previous
occasions
struck
and
impressed
people
who
did
not
know
him
by
his
air
of
unhesitating
composure
,
he
seemed
now
more
haughty
and
self
-
possessed
than
ever
.
He
looked
at
people
as
if
they
were
things
.
A
nervous
young
man
,
a
clerk
in
a
law
court
,
sitting
opposite
him
,
hated
him
for
that
look
.
The
young
man
asked
him
for
a
light
,
and
entered
into
conversation
with
him
,
and
even
pushed
against
him
,
to
make
him
feel
that
he
was
not
a
thing
,
but
a
person
.
But
Vronsky
gazed
at
him
exactly
as
he
did
at
the
lamp
,
and
the
young
man
made
a
wry
face
,
feeling
that
he
was
losing
his
self
-
possession
under
the
oppression
of
this
refusal
to
recognize
him
as
a
person
.
Vronsky
saw
nothing
and
no
one
.
He
felt
himself
a
king
,
not
because
he
believed
that
he
had
made
an
impression
on
Anna
—
he
did
not
yet
believe
that
,
—
but
because
the
impression
she
had
made
on
him
gave
him
happiness
and
pride
.
What
would
come
of
it
all
he
did
not
know
,
he
did
not
even
think
.
He
felt
that
all
his
forces
,
hitherto
dissipated
,
wasted
,
were
centered
on
one
thing
,
and
bent
with
fearful
energy
on
one
blissful
goal
.
And
he
was
happy
at
it
.
He
knew
only
that
he
had
told
her
the
truth
,
that
he
had
come
where
she
was
,
that
all
the
happiness
of
his
life
,
the
only
meaning
in
life
for
him
,
now
lay
in
seeing
and
hearing
her
.
And
when
he
got
out
of
the
carriage
at
Bologova
to
get
some
seltzer
water
,
and
caught
sight
of
Anna
,
involuntarily
his
first
word
had
told
her
just
what
he
thought
.
And
he
was
glad
he
had
told
her
it
,
that
she
knew
it
now
and
was
thinking
of
it
.
He
did
not
sleep
all
night
.
When
he
was
back
in
the
carriage
,
he
kept
unceasingly
going
over
every
position
in
which
he
had
seen
her
,
every
word
she
had
uttered
,
and
before
his
fancy
,
making
his
heart
faint
with
emotion
,
floated
pictures
of
a
possible
future
.
When
he
got
out
of
the
train
at
Petersburg
,
he
felt
after
his
sleepless
night
as
keen
and
fresh
as
after
a
cold
bath
.
He
paused
near
his
compartment
,
waiting
for
her
to
get
out
.
“
Once
more
,
”
he
said
to
himself
,
smiling
unconsciously
,
“
once
more
I
shall
see
her
walk
,
her
face
;
she
will
say
something
,
turn
her
head
,
glance
,
smile
,
maybe
.
”
But
before
he
caught
sight
of
her
,
he
saw
her
husband
,
whom
the
station
-
master
was
deferentially
escorting
through
the
crowd
.
“
Ah
,
yes
!
The
husband
.
”
Only
now
for
the
first
time
did
Vronsky
realize
clearly
the
fact
that
there
was
a
person
attached
to
her
,
a
husband
.
He
knew
that
she
had
a
husband
,
but
had
hardly
believed
in
his
existence
,
and
only
now
fully
believed
in
him
,
with
his
head
and
shoulders
,
and
his
legs
clad
in
black
trousers
;
especially
when
he
saw
this
husband
calmly
take
her
arm
with
a
sense
of
property
.
Seeing
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
with
his
Petersburg
face
and
severely
self
-
confident
figure
,
in
his
round
hat
,
with
his
rather
prominent
spine
,
he
believed
in
him
,
and
was
aware
of
a
disagreeable
sensation
,
such
as
a
man
might
feel
tortured
by
thirst
,
who
,
on
reaching
a
spring
,
should
find
a
dog
,
a
sheep
,
or
a
pig
,
who
has
drunk
of
it
and
muddied
the
water
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
manner
of
walking
,
with
a
swing
of
the
hips
and
flat
feet
,
particularly
annoyed
Vronsky
.
He
could
recognize
in
no
one
but
himself
an
indubitable
right
to
love
her
.
But
she
was
still
the
same
,
and
the
sight
of
her
affected
him
the
same
way
,
physically
reviving
him
,
stirring
him
,
and
filling
his
soul
with
rapture
.
He
told
his
German
valet
,
who
ran
up
to
him
from
the
second
class
,
to
take
his
things
and
go
on
,
and
he
himself
went
up
to
her
.
He
saw
the
first
meeting
between
the
husband
and
wife
,
and
noted
with
a
lover
’
s
insight
the
signs
of
slight
reserve
with
which
she
spoke
to
her
husband
.
“
No
,
she
does
not
love
him
and
cannot
love
him
,
”
he
decided
to
himself
.
At
the
moment
when
he
was
approaching
Anna
Arkadyevna
he
noticed
too
with
joy
that
she
was
conscious
of
his
being
near
,
and
looked
round
,
and
seeing
him
,
turned
again
to
her
husband
.
