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As
she
took
off
her
outer
garment
in
the
hall
,
she
heard
the
footman
,
pronouncing
his
“
r
’
s
”
even
like
a
Kammerjunker
,
say
,
“
From
the
count
for
the
princess
,
”
and
hand
the
note
.
She
longed
to
question
him
as
to
where
his
master
was
.
She
longed
to
turn
back
and
send
him
a
letter
to
come
and
see
her
,
or
to
go
herself
to
see
him
.
But
neither
the
first
nor
the
second
nor
the
third
course
was
possible
.
Already
she
heard
bells
ringing
to
announce
her
arrival
ahead
of
her
,
and
Princess
Tverskaya
’
s
footman
was
standing
at
the
open
door
waiting
for
her
to
go
forward
into
the
inner
rooms
.
“
The
princess
is
in
the
garden
;
they
will
inform
her
immediately
.
Would
you
be
pleased
to
walk
into
the
garden
?
”
announced
another
footman
in
another
room
.
The
position
of
uncertainty
,
of
indecision
,
was
still
the
same
as
at
home
—
worse
,
in
fact
,
since
it
was
impossible
to
take
any
step
,
impossible
to
see
Vronsky
,
and
she
had
to
remain
here
among
outsiders
,
in
company
so
uncongenial
to
her
present
mood
.
But
she
was
wearing
a
dress
that
she
knew
suited
her
.
She
was
not
alone
;
all
around
was
that
luxurious
setting
of
idleness
that
she
was
used
to
,
and
she
felt
less
wretched
than
at
home
.
She
was
not
forced
to
think
what
she
was
to
do
.
Everything
would
be
done
of
itself
.
On
meeting
Betsy
coming
towards
her
in
a
white
gown
that
struck
her
by
its
elegance
,
Anna
smiled
at
her
just
as
she
always
did
.
Princess
Tverskaya
was
walking
with
Tushkevitch
and
a
young
lady
,
a
relation
,
who
,
to
the
great
joy
of
her
parents
in
the
provinces
,
was
spending
the
summer
with
the
fashionable
princess
.
There
was
probably
something
unusual
about
Anna
,
for
Betsy
noticed
it
at
once
.
“
I
slept
badly
,
”
answered
Anna
,
looking
intently
at
the
footman
who
came
to
meet
them
,
and
,
as
she
supposed
,
brought
Vronsky
’
s
note
.
“
How
glad
I
am
you
’
ve
come
!
”
said
Betsy
.
“
I
’
m
tired
,
and
was
just
longing
to
have
some
tea
before
they
come
.
You
might
go
”
—
she
turned
to
Tushkevitch
—
“
with
Masha
,
and
try
the
croquet
ground
over
there
where
they
’
ve
been
cutting
it
.
We
shall
have
time
to
talk
a
little
over
tea
;
we
’
ll
have
a
cozy
chat
,
eh
?
”
she
said
in
English
to
Anna
,
with
a
smile
,
pressing
the
hand
with
which
she
held
a
parasol
.
“
Yes
,
especially
as
I
can
’
t
stay
very
long
with
you
.
I
’
m
forced
to
go
on
to
old
Madame
Vrede
.
I
’
ve
been
promising
to
go
for
a
century
,
”
said
Anna
,
to
whom
lying
,
alien
as
it
was
to
her
nature
,
had
become
not
merely
simple
and
natural
in
society
,
but
a
positive
source
of
satisfaction
.
Why
she
said
this
,
which
she
had
not
thought
of
a
second
before
,
she
could
not
have
explained
.
She
had
said
it
simply
from
the
reflection
that
as
Vronsky
would
not
be
here
,
she
had
better
secure
her
own
freedom
,
and
try
to
see
him
somehow
.
But
why
she
had
spoken
of
old
Madame
Vrede
,
whom
she
had
to
go
and
see
,
as
she
had
to
see
many
other
people
,
she
could
not
have
explained
;
and
yet
,
as
it
afterwards
turned
out
,
had
she
contrived
the
most
cunning
devices
to
meet
Vronsky
,
she
could
have
thought
of
nothing
better
.
