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They
heard
the
sound
of
steps
and
a
man
’
s
voice
,
then
a
woman
’
s
voice
and
laughter
,
and
immediately
thereafter
there
walked
in
the
expected
guests
:
Sappho
Shtoltz
,
and
a
young
man
beaming
with
excess
of
health
,
the
so
-
called
Vaska
.
It
was
evident
that
ample
supplies
of
beefsteak
,
truffles
,
and
Burgundy
never
failed
to
reach
him
at
the
fitting
hour
.
Vaska
bowed
to
the
two
ladies
,
and
glanced
at
them
,
but
only
for
one
second
.
He
walked
after
Sappho
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
and
followed
her
about
as
though
he
were
chained
to
her
,
keeping
his
sparkling
eyes
fixed
on
her
as
though
he
wanted
to
eat
her
.
Sappho
Shtoltz
was
a
blonde
beauty
with
black
eyes
.
She
walked
with
smart
little
steps
in
high
-
heeled
shoes
,
and
shook
hands
with
the
ladies
vigorously
like
a
man
.
Anna
had
never
met
this
new
star
of
fashion
,
and
was
struck
by
her
beauty
,
the
exaggerated
extreme
to
which
her
dress
was
carried
,
and
the
boldness
of
her
manners
.
On
her
head
there
was
such
a
superstructure
of
soft
,
golden
hair
—
her
own
and
false
mixed
—
that
her
head
was
equal
in
size
to
the
elegantly
rounded
bust
,
of
which
so
much
was
exposed
in
front
.
The
impulsive
abruptness
of
her
movements
was
such
that
at
every
step
the
lines
of
her
knees
and
the
upper
part
of
her
legs
were
distinctly
marked
under
her
dress
,
and
the
question
involuntarily
rose
to
the
mind
where
in
the
undulating
,
piled
-
up
mountain
of
material
at
the
back
the
real
body
of
the
woman
,
so
small
and
slender
,
so
naked
in
front
,
and
so
hidden
behind
and
below
,
really
came
to
an
end
.
Betsy
made
haste
to
introduce
her
to
Anna
.
“
Only
fancy
,
we
all
but
ran
over
two
soldiers
,
”
she
began
telling
them
at
once
,
using
her
eyes
,
smiling
and
twitching
away
her
tail
,
which
she
flung
back
at
one
stroke
all
on
one
side
.
“
I
drove
here
with
Vaska
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
you
don
’
t
know
each
other
.
”
And
mentioning
his
surname
she
introduced
the
young
man
,
and
reddening
a
little
,
broke
into
a
ringing
laugh
at
her
mistake
—
that
is
,
at
her
having
called
him
Vaska
to
a
stranger
.
Vaska
bowed
once
more
to
Anna
,
but
he
said
nothing
to
her
.
He
addressed
Sappho
:
“
You
’
ve
lost
your
bet
.
We
got
here
first
.
Pay
up
,
”
said
he
,
smiling
.
Sappho
laughed
still
more
festively
.
“
Not
just
now
,
”
said
she
.
“
Oh
,
all
right
,
I
’
ll
have
it
later
.
”
“
Very
well
,
very
well
.
Oh
,
yes
.
”
She
turned
suddenly
to
Princess
Betsy
:
“
I
am
a
nice
person
.
.
.
I
positively
forgot
it
.
.
.
I
’
ve
brought
you
a
visitor
.
And
here
he
comes
.
”
The
unexpected
young
visitor
,
whom
Sappho
had
invited
,
and
whom
she
had
forgotten
,
was
,
however
,
a
personage
of
such
consequence
that
,
in
spite
of
his
youth
,
both
the
ladies
rose
on
his
entrance
.
He
was
a
new
admirer
of
Sappho
’
s
.
He
now
dogged
her
footsteps
,
like
Vaska
.
Soon
after
Prince
Kaluzhsky
arrived
,
and
Liza
Merkalova
with
Stremov
.
Liza
Merkalova
was
a
thin
brunette
,
with
an
Oriental
,
languid
type
of
face
,
and
—
as
everyone
used
to
say
—
exquisite
enigmatic
eyes
.
The
tone
of
her
dark
dress
(
Anna
immediately
observed
and
appreciated
the
fact
)
was
in
perfect
harmony
with
her
style
of
beauty
.
Liza
was
as
soft
and
enervated
as
Sappho
was
smart
and
abrupt
.
