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Hoping
to
find
her
alone
,
Vronsky
alighted
,
as
he
always
did
,
to
avoid
attracting
attention
,
before
crossing
the
bridge
,
and
walked
to
the
house
.
He
did
not
go
up
the
steps
to
the
street
door
,
but
went
into
the
court
.
“
Has
your
master
come
?
”
he
asked
a
gardener
.
“
No
,
sir
.
The
mistress
is
at
home
.
But
will
you
please
go
to
the
front
door
;
there
are
servants
there
,
”
the
gardener
answered
.
“
They
’
ll
open
the
door
.
”
“
No
,
I
’
ll
go
in
from
the
garden
.
”
And
feeling
satisfied
that
she
was
alone
,
and
wanting
to
take
her
by
surprise
,
since
he
had
not
promised
to
be
there
today
,
and
she
would
certainly
not
expect
him
to
come
before
the
races
,
he
walked
,
holding
his
sword
and
stepping
cautiously
over
the
sandy
path
,
bordered
with
flowers
,
to
the
terrace
that
looked
out
upon
the
garden
.
Vronsky
forgot
now
all
that
he
had
thought
on
the
way
of
the
hardships
and
difficulties
of
their
position
.
He
thought
of
nothing
but
that
he
would
see
her
directly
,
not
in
imagination
,
but
living
,
all
of
her
,
as
she
was
in
reality
.
He
was
just
going
in
,
stepping
on
his
whole
foot
so
as
not
to
creak
,
up
the
worn
steps
of
the
terrace
,
when
he
suddenly
remembered
what
he
always
forgot
,
and
what
caused
the
most
torturing
side
of
his
relations
with
her
,
her
son
with
his
questioning
—
hostile
,
as
he
fancied
—
eyes
.
This
boy
was
more
often
than
anyone
else
a
check
upon
their
freedom
.
When
he
was
present
,
both
Vronsky
and
Anna
did
not
merely
avoid
speaking
of
anything
that
they
could
not
have
repeated
before
everyone
;
they
did
not
even
allow
themselves
to
refer
by
hints
to
anything
the
boy
did
not
understand
.
They
had
made
no
agreement
about
this
,
it
had
settled
itself
.
They
would
have
felt
it
wounding
themselves
to
deceive
the
child
.
In
his
presence
they
talked
like
acquaintances
.
But
in
spite
of
this
caution
,
Vronsky
often
saw
the
child
’
s
intent
,
bewildered
glance
fixed
upon
him
,
and
a
strange
shyness
,
uncertainty
,
at
one
time
friendliness
,
at
another
,
coldness
and
reserve
,
in
the
boy
’
s
manner
to
him
;
as
though
the
child
felt
that
between
this
man
and
his
mother
there
existed
some
important
bond
,
the
significance
of
which
he
could
not
understand
.
As
a
fact
,
the
boy
did
feel
that
he
could
not
understand
this
relation
,
and
he
tried
painfully
,
and
was
not
able
to
make
clear
to
himself
what
feeling
he
ought
to
have
for
this
man
.
With
a
child
’
s
keen
instinct
for
every
manifestation
of
feeling
,
he
saw
distinctly
that
his
father
,
his
governess
,
his
nurse
,
—
all
did
not
merely
dislike
Vronsky
,
but
looked
on
him
with
horror
and
aversion
,
though
they
never
said
anything
about
him
,
while
his
mother
looked
on
him
as
her
greatest
friend
.
“
What
does
it
mean
?
Who
is
he
?
How
ought
I
to
love
him
?
If
I
don
’
t
know
,
it
’
s
my
fault
;
either
I
’
m
stupid
or
a
naughty
boy
,
”
thought
the
child
.
And
this
was
what
caused
his
dubious
,
inquiring
,
sometimes
hostile
,
expression
,
and
the
shyness
and
uncertainty
which
Vronsky
found
so
irksome
.
This
child
’
s
presence
always
and
infallibly
called
up
in
Vronsky
that
strange
feeling
of
inexplicable
loathing
which
he
had
experienced
of
late
.
This
child
’
s
presence
called
up
both
in
Vronsky
and
in
Anna
a
feeling
akin
to
the
feeling
of
a
sailor
who
sees
by
the
compass
that
the
direction
in
which
he
is
swiftly
moving
is
far
from
the
right
one
,
but
that
to
arrest
his
motion
is
not
in
his
power
,
that
every
instant
is
carrying
him
further
and
further
away
,
and
that
to
admit
to
himself
his
deviation
from
the
right
direction
is
the
same
as
admitting
his
certain
ruin
.
