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“
In
a
steeplechase
it
all
depends
on
riding
and
on
pluck
,
”
said
the
Englishman
.
Of
pluck
—
that
is
,
energy
and
courage
—
Vronsky
did
not
merely
feel
that
he
had
enough
;
what
was
of
far
more
importance
,
he
was
firmly
convinced
that
no
one
in
the
world
could
have
more
of
this
“
pluck
”
than
he
had
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
I
want
more
thinning
down
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
”
answered
the
Englishman
.
“
Please
,
don
’
t
speak
loud
.
The
mare
’
s
fidgety
,
”
he
added
,
nodding
towards
the
horse
-
box
,
before
which
they
were
standing
,
and
from
which
came
the
sound
of
restless
stamping
in
the
straw
.
He
opened
the
door
,
and
Vronsky
went
into
the
horse
-
box
,
dimly
lighted
by
one
little
window
.
In
the
horse
-
box
stood
a
dark
bay
mare
,
with
a
muzzle
on
,
picking
at
the
fresh
straw
with
her
hoofs
.
Looking
round
him
in
the
twilight
of
the
horse
-
box
,
Vronsky
unconsciously
took
in
once
more
in
a
comprehensive
glance
all
the
points
of
his
favorite
mare
.
Frou
-
Frou
was
a
beast
of
medium
size
,
not
altogether
free
from
reproach
,
from
a
breeder
’
s
point
of
view
.
She
was
small
-
boned
all
over
;
though
her
chest
was
extremely
prominent
in
front
,
it
was
narrow
.
Her
hind
-
quarters
were
a
little
drooping
,
and
in
her
fore
-
legs
,
and
still
more
in
her
hind
-
legs
,
there
was
a
noticeable
curvature
.
The
muscles
of
both
hind
-
and
fore
-
legs
were
not
very
thick
;
but
across
her
shoulders
the
mare
was
exceptionally
broad
,
a
peculiarity
specially
striking
now
that
she
was
lean
from
training
.
The
bones
of
her
legs
below
the
knees
looked
no
thicker
than
a
finger
from
in
front
,
but
were
extraordinarily
thick
seen
from
the
side
.
She
looked
altogether
,
except
across
the
shoulders
,
as
it
were
,
pinched
in
at
the
sides
and
pressed
out
in
depth
.
But
she
had
in
the
highest
degree
the
quality
that
makes
all
defects
forgotten
:
that
quality
was
blood
,
the
blood
that
tells
,
as
the
English
expression
has
it
.
The
muscles
stood
up
sharply
under
the
network
of
sinews
,
covered
with
the
delicate
,
mobile
skin
,
soft
as
satin
,
and
they
were
hard
as
bone
.
Her
clean
-
cut
head
,
with
prominent
,
bright
,
spirited
eyes
,
broadened
out
at
the
open
nostrils
,
that
showed
the
red
blood
in
the
cartilage
within
.
About
all
her
figure
,
and
especially
her
head
,
there
was
a
certain
expression
of
energy
,
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
of
softness
.
She
was
one
of
those
creatures
which
seem
only
not
to
speak
because
the
mechanism
of
their
mouth
does
not
allow
them
to
.
To
Vronsky
,
at
any
rate
,
it
seemed
that
she
understood
all
he
felt
at
that
moment
,
looking
at
her
.
Directly
Vronsky
went
towards
her
,
she
drew
in
a
deep
breath
,
and
,
turning
back
her
prominent
eye
till
the
white
looked
bloodshot
,
she
started
at
the
approaching
figures
from
the
opposite
side
,
shaking
her
muzzle
,
and
shifting
lightly
from
one
leg
to
the
other
.
“
There
,
you
see
how
fidgety
she
is
,
”
said
the
Englishman
.
“
There
,
darling
!
There
!
”
said
Vronsky
,
going
up
to
the
mare
and
speaking
soothingly
to
her
.
