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“
We
’
re
meaning
to
make
an
expedition
to
the
mountains
tomorrow
,
”
answered
Kitty
.
“
Well
,
you
can
go
,
”
answered
the
princess
,
gazing
at
her
daughter
’
s
embarrassed
face
and
trying
to
guess
the
cause
of
her
embarrassment
.
That
day
Varenka
came
to
dinner
and
told
them
that
Anna
Pavlovna
had
changed
her
mind
and
given
up
the
expedition
for
the
morrow
.
And
the
princess
noticed
again
that
Kitty
reddened
.
“
Kitty
,
haven
’
t
you
had
some
misunderstanding
with
the
Petrovs
?
”
said
the
princess
,
when
they
were
left
alone
.
“
Why
has
she
given
up
sending
the
children
and
coming
to
see
us
?
”
Kitty
answered
that
nothing
had
happened
between
them
,
and
that
she
could
not
tell
why
Anna
Pavlovna
seemed
displeased
with
her
.
Kitty
answered
perfectly
truly
.
She
did
not
know
the
reason
Anna
Pavlovna
had
changed
to
her
,
but
she
guessed
it
.
She
guessed
at
something
which
she
could
not
tell
her
mother
,
which
she
did
not
put
into
words
to
herself
.
It
was
one
of
those
things
which
one
knows
but
which
one
can
never
speak
of
even
to
oneself
,
so
terrible
and
shameful
would
it
be
to
be
mistaken
.
Again
and
again
she
went
over
in
her
memory
all
her
relations
with
the
family
.
She
remembered
the
simple
delight
expressed
on
the
round
,
good
-
humored
face
of
Anna
Pavlovna
at
their
meetings
;
she
remembered
their
secret
confabulations
about
the
invalid
,
their
plots
to
draw
him
away
from
the
work
which
was
forbidden
him
,
and
to
get
him
out
-
of
-
doors
;
the
devotion
of
the
youngest
boy
,
who
used
to
call
her
“
my
Kitty
,
”
and
would
not
go
to
bed
without
her
.
How
nice
it
all
was
!
Then
she
recalled
the
thin
,
terribly
thin
figure
of
Petrov
,
with
his
long
neck
,
in
his
brown
coat
,
his
scant
,
curly
hair
,
his
questioning
blue
eyes
that
were
so
terrible
to
Kitty
at
first
,
and
his
painful
attempts
to
seem
hearty
and
lively
in
her
presence
.
She
recalled
the
efforts
she
had
made
at
first
to
overcome
the
repugnance
she
felt
for
him
,
as
for
all
consumptive
people
,
and
the
pains
it
had
cost
her
to
think
of
things
to
say
to
him
.
She
recalled
the
timid
,
softened
look
with
which
he
gazed
at
her
,
and
the
strange
feeling
of
compassion
and
awkwardness
,
and
later
of
a
sense
of
her
own
goodness
,
which
she
had
felt
at
it
.
How
nice
it
all
was
!
But
all
that
was
at
first
.
Now
,
a
few
days
ago
,
everything
was
suddenly
spoiled
.
Anna
Pavlovna
had
met
Kitty
with
affected
cordiality
,
and
had
kept
continual
watch
on
her
and
on
her
husband
.
Could
that
touching
pleasure
he
showed
when
she
came
near
be
the
cause
of
Anna
Pavlovna
’
s
coolness
?
“
Yes
,
”
she
mused
,
“
there
was
something
unnatural
about
Anna
Pavlovna
,
and
utterly
unlike
her
good
nature
,
when
she
said
angrily
the
day
before
yesterday
:
‘
There
,
he
will
keep
waiting
for
you
;
he
wouldn
’
t
drink
his
coffee
without
you
,
though
he
’
s
grown
so
dreadfully
weak
.
’
”
“
Yes
,
perhaps
,
too
,
she
didn
’
t
like
it
when
I
gave
him
the
rug
.
It
was
all
so
simple
,
but
he
took
it
so
awkwardly
,
and
was
so
long
thanking
me
,
that
I
felt
awkward
too
.
And
then
that
portrait
of
me
he
did
so
well
.
And
most
of
all
that
look
of
confusion
and
tenderness
!
Yes
,
yes
,
that
’
s
it
!
”
Kitty
repeated
to
herself
with
horror
