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“
Yes
,
yes
,
that
’
s
better
,
a
thousand
times
better
!
I
know
how
painful
it
was
,
”
he
said
.
But
she
was
not
listening
to
his
words
,
she
was
reading
his
thoughts
from
the
expression
of
his
face
.
She
could
not
guess
that
that
expression
arose
from
the
first
idea
that
presented
itself
to
Vronsky
—
that
a
duel
was
now
inevitable
.
The
idea
of
a
duel
had
never
crossed
her
mind
,
and
so
she
put
a
different
interpretation
on
this
passing
expression
of
hardness
.
When
she
got
her
husband
’
s
letter
,
she
knew
then
at
the
bottom
of
her
heart
that
everything
would
go
on
in
the
old
way
,
that
she
would
not
have
the
strength
of
will
to
forego
her
position
,
to
abandon
her
son
,
and
to
join
her
lover
.
The
morning
spent
at
Princess
Tverskaya
’
s
had
confirmed
her
still
more
in
this
.
But
this
interview
was
still
of
the
utmost
gravity
for
her
.
She
hoped
that
this
interview
would
transform
her
position
,
and
save
her
.
If
on
hearing
this
news
he
were
to
say
to
her
resolutely
,
passionately
,
without
an
instant
’
s
wavering
:
“
Throw
up
everything
and
come
with
me
!
”
she
would
give
up
her
son
and
go
away
with
him
.
But
this
news
had
not
produced
what
she
had
expected
in
him
;
he
simply
seemed
as
though
he
were
resenting
some
affront
.
“
It
was
not
in
the
least
painful
to
me
.
It
happened
of
itself
,
”
she
said
irritably
;
“
and
see
.
.
.
.
”
she
pulled
her
husband
’
s
letter
out
of
her
glove
.
“
I
understand
,
I
understand
,
”
he
interrupted
her
,
taking
the
letter
,
but
not
reading
it
,
and
trying
to
soothe
her
.
“
The
one
thing
I
longed
for
,
the
one
thing
I
prayed
for
,
was
to
cut
short
this
position
,
so
as
to
devote
my
life
to
your
happiness
.
”
“
Why
do
you
tell
me
that
?
”
she
said
.
“
Do
you
suppose
I
can
doubt
it
?
If
I
doubted
.
.
.
.
”
“
Who
’
s
that
coming
?
”
said
Vronsky
suddenly
,
pointing
to
two
ladies
walking
towards
them
.
“
Perhaps
they
know
us
!
”
and
he
hurriedly
turned
off
,
drawing
her
after
him
into
a
side
path
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
care
!
”
she
said
.
Her
lips
were
quivering
.
And
he
fancied
that
her
eyes
looked
with
strange
fury
at
him
from
under
the
veil
.
“
I
tell
you
that
’
s
not
the
point
—
I
can
’
t
doubt
that
;
but
see
what
he
writes
to
me
.
Read
it
.
”
She
stood
still
again
.
Again
,
just
as
at
the
first
moment
of
hearing
of
her
rupture
with
her
husband
,
Vronsky
,
on
reading
the
letter
,
was
unconsciously
carried
away
by
the
natural
sensation
aroused
in
him
by
his
own
relation
to
the
betrayed
husband
.
Now
while
he
held
his
letter
in
his
hands
,
he
could
not
help
picturing
the
challenge
,
which
he
would
most
likely
find
at
home
today
or
tomorrow
,
and
the
duel
itself
,
in
which
,
with
the
same
cold
and
haughty
expression
that
his
face
was
assuming
at
this
moment
he
would
await
the
injured
husband
’
s
shot
,
after
having
himself
fired
into
the
air
.
And
at
that
instant
there
flashed
across
his
mind
the
thought
of
what
Serpuhovskoy
had
just
said
to
him
,
and
what
he
had
himself
been
thinking
in
the
morning
—
that
it
was
better
not
to
bind
himself
—
and
he
knew
that
this
thought
he
could
not
tell
her
.
Having
read
the
letter
,
he
raised
his
eyes
to
her
,
and
there
was
no
determination
in
them
.
She
saw
at
once
that
he
had
been
thinking
about
it
before
by
himself
.
She
knew
that
whatever
he
might
say
to
her
,
he
would
not
say
all
he
thought
.
And
she
knew
that
her
last
hope
had
failed
her
.
This
was
not
what
she
had
been
reckoning
on
.
“
You
see
the
sort
of
man
he
is
,
”
she
said
,
with
a
shaking
voice
;
“
he
.
.
.
.
”
