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But
not
only
those
ladies
,
almost
everyone
in
the
room
,
even
the
Princess
Myakaya
and
Betsy
herself
,
looked
several
times
in
the
direction
of
the
two
who
had
withdrawn
from
the
general
circle
,
as
though
that
were
a
disturbing
fact
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
was
the
only
person
who
did
not
once
look
in
that
direction
,
and
was
not
diverted
from
the
interesting
discussion
he
had
entered
upon
.
Noticing
the
disagreeable
impression
that
was
being
made
on
everyone
,
Princess
Betsy
slipped
someone
else
into
her
place
to
listen
to
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
and
went
up
to
Anna
.
“
I
’
m
always
amazed
at
the
clearness
and
precision
of
your
husband
’
s
language
,
”
she
said
.
“
The
most
transcendental
ideas
seem
to
be
within
my
grasp
when
he
’
s
speaking
.
”
“
Oh
,
yes
!
”
said
Anna
,
radiant
with
a
smile
of
happiness
,
and
not
understanding
a
word
of
what
Betsy
had
said
.
She
crossed
over
to
the
big
table
and
took
part
in
the
general
conversation
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
after
staying
half
an
hour
,
went
up
to
his
wife
and
suggested
that
they
should
go
home
together
.
But
she
answered
,
not
looking
at
him
,
that
she
was
staying
to
supper
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
made
his
bows
and
withdrew
The
fat
old
Tatar
,
Madame
Karenina
’
s
coachman
,
was
with
difficulty
holding
one
of
her
pair
of
grays
,
chilled
with
the
cold
and
rearing
at
the
entrance
.
A
footman
stood
opening
the
carriage
door
.
The
hall
-
porter
stood
holding
open
the
great
door
of
the
house
.
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
with
her
quick
little
hand
,
was
unfastening
the
lace
of
her
sleeve
,
caught
in
the
hook
of
her
fur
cloak
,
and
with
bent
head
listening
to
the
words
Vronsky
murmured
as
he
escorted
her
down
.
“
You
’
ve
said
nothing
,
of
course
,
and
I
ask
nothing
,
”
he
was
saying
;
“
but
you
know
that
friendship
’
s
not
what
I
want
:
that
there
’
s
only
one
happiness
in
life
for
me
,
that
word
that
you
dislike
so
.
.
.
yes
,
love
!
.
.
.
”
“
Love
,
”
she
repeated
slowly
,
in
an
inner
voice
,
and
suddenly
,
at
the
very
instant
she
unhooked
the
lace
,
she
added
,
“
Why
I
don
’
t
like
the
word
is
that
it
means
too
much
to
me
,
far
more
than
you
can
understand
,
”
and
she
glanced
into
his
face
.
“
Au
revoir
!
”
She
gave
him
her
hand
,
and
with
her
rapid
,
springy
step
she
passed
by
the
porter
and
vanished
into
the
carriage
.
Her
glance
,
the
touch
of
her
hand
,
set
him
aflame
.
He
kissed
the
palm
of
his
hand
where
she
had
touched
it
,
and
went
home
,
happy
in
the
sense
that
he
had
got
nearer
to
the
attainment
of
his
aims
that
evening
than
during
the
last
two
months
.
