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But
the
nearer
he
came
,
the
more
excited
she
grew
.
Only
when
he
stood
by
her
head
,
she
was
suddenly
quieter
,
while
the
muscles
quivered
under
her
soft
,
delicate
coat
.
Vronsky
patted
her
strong
neck
,
straightened
over
her
sharp
withers
a
stray
lock
of
her
mane
that
had
fallen
on
the
other
side
,
and
moved
his
face
near
her
dilated
nostrils
,
transparent
as
a
bat
’
s
wing
.
She
drew
a
loud
breath
and
snorted
out
through
her
tense
nostrils
,
started
,
pricked
up
her
sharp
ear
,
and
put
out
her
strong
,
black
lip
towards
Vronsky
,
as
though
she
would
nip
hold
of
his
sleeve
.
But
remembering
the
muzzle
,
she
shook
it
and
again
began
restlessly
stamping
one
after
the
other
her
shapely
legs
.
“
Quiet
,
darling
,
quiet
!
”
he
said
,
patting
her
again
over
her
hind
-
quarters
;
and
with
a
glad
sense
that
his
mare
was
in
the
best
possible
condition
,
he
went
out
of
the
horse
-
box
.
The
mare
’
s
excitement
had
infected
Vronsky
.
He
felt
that
his
heart
was
throbbing
,
and
that
he
,
too
,
like
the
mare
,
longed
to
move
,
to
bite
;
it
was
both
dreadful
and
delicious
.
“
Well
,
I
rely
on
you
,
then
,
”
he
said
to
the
Englishman
;
“
half
-
past
six
on
the
ground
.
”
“
All
right
,
”
said
the
Englishman
.
“
Oh
,
where
are
you
going
,
my
lord
?
”
he
asked
suddenly
,
using
the
title
“
my
lord
,
”
which
he
had
scarcely
ever
used
before
.
Vronsky
in
amazement
raised
his
head
,
and
stared
,
as
he
knew
how
to
stare
,
not
into
the
Englishman
’
s
eyes
,
but
at
his
forehead
,
astounded
at
the
impertinence
of
his
question
.
But
realizing
that
in
asking
this
the
Englishman
had
been
looking
at
him
not
as
an
employer
,
but
as
a
jockey
,
he
answered
:
“
I
’
ve
got
to
go
to
Bryansky
’
s
;
I
shall
be
home
within
an
hour
.
”
“
How
often
I
’
m
asked
that
question
today
!
”
he
said
to
himself
,
and
he
blushed
,
a
thing
which
rarely
happened
to
him
.
The
Englishman
looked
gravely
at
him
;
and
,
as
though
he
,
too
,
knew
where
Vronsky
was
going
,
he
added
:
“
The
great
thing
’
s
to
keep
quiet
before
a
race
,
”
said
he
;
“
don
’
t
get
out
of
temper
or
upset
about
anything
.
”
“
All
right
,
”
answered
Vronsky
,
smiling
;
and
jumping
into
his
carriage
,
he
told
the
man
to
drive
to
Peterhof
.
