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There
was
no
paper
-
knife
on
the
table
,
and
so
,
pulling
out
the
photograph
that
was
next
to
her
son
’
s
(
it
was
a
photograph
of
Vronsky
taken
at
Rome
in
a
round
hat
and
with
long
hair
)
,
she
used
it
to
push
out
her
son
’
s
photograph
.
“
Oh
,
here
is
he
!
”
she
said
,
glancing
at
the
portrait
of
Vronsky
,
and
she
suddenly
recalled
that
he
was
the
cause
of
her
present
misery
.
She
had
not
once
thought
of
him
all
the
morning
.
But
now
,
coming
all
at
once
upon
that
manly
,
noble
face
,
so
familiar
and
so
dear
to
her
,
she
felt
a
sudden
rush
of
love
for
him
.
“
But
where
is
he
?
How
is
it
he
leaves
me
alone
in
my
misery
?
”
she
thought
all
at
once
with
a
feeling
of
reproach
,
forgetting
she
had
herself
kept
from
him
everything
concerning
her
son
.
She
sent
to
ask
him
to
come
to
her
immediately
;
with
a
throbbing
heart
she
awaited
him
,
rehearsing
to
herself
the
words
in
which
she
would
tell
him
all
,
and
the
expressions
of
love
with
which
he
would
console
her
.
The
messenger
returned
with
the
answer
that
he
had
a
visitor
with
him
,
but
that
he
would
come
immediately
,
and
that
he
asked
whether
she
would
let
him
bring
with
him
Prince
Yashvin
,
who
had
just
arrived
in
Petersburg
.
“
He
’
s
not
coming
alone
,
and
since
dinner
yesterday
he
has
not
seen
me
,
”
she
thought
;
“
he
’
s
not
coming
so
that
I
could
tell
him
everything
,
but
coming
with
Yashvin
.
”
And
all
at
once
a
strange
idea
came
to
her
:
what
if
he
had
ceased
to
love
her
?
And
going
over
the
events
of
the
last
few
days
,
it
seemed
to
her
that
she
saw
in
everything
a
confirmation
of
this
terrible
idea
.
The
fact
that
he
had
not
dined
at
home
yesterday
,
and
the
fact
that
he
had
insisted
on
their
taking
separate
sets
of
rooms
in
Petersburg
,
and
that
even
now
he
was
not
coming
to
her
alone
,
as
though
he
were
trying
to
avoid
meeting
her
face
to
face
.
“
But
he
ought
to
tell
me
so
.
I
must
know
that
it
is
so
.
If
I
knew
it
,
then
I
know
what
I
should
do
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
utterly
unable
to
picture
to
herself
the
position
she
would
be
in
if
she
were
convinced
of
his
not
caring
for
her
.
She
thought
he
had
ceased
to
love
her
,
she
felt
close
upon
despair
,
and
consequently
she
felt
exceptionally
alert
.
She
rang
for
her
maid
and
went
to
her
dressing
-
room
.
As
she
dressed
,
she
took
more
care
over
her
appearance
than
she
had
done
all
those
days
,
as
though
he
might
,
if
he
had
grown
cold
to
her
,
fall
in
love
with
her
again
because
she
had
dressed
and
arranged
her
hair
in
the
way
most
becoming
to
her
.
She
heard
the
bell
ring
before
she
was
ready
.
When
she
went
into
the
drawing
-
room
it
was
not
he
,
but
Yashvin
,
who
met
her
eyes
.
Vronsky
was
looking
through
the
photographs
of
her
son
,
which
she
had
forgotten
on
the
table
,
and
he
made
no
haste
to
look
round
at
her
.
“
We
have
met
already
,
”
she
said
,
putting
her
little
hand
into
the
huge
hand
of
Yashvin
,
whose
bashfulness
was
so
queerly
out
of
keeping
with
his
immense
frame
and
coarse
face
.
“
We
met
last
year
at
the
races
.
Give
them
to
me
,
”
she
said
,
with
a
rapid
movement
snatching
from
Vronsky
the
photographs
of
her
son
,
and
glancing
significantly
at
him
with
flashing
eyes
.
“
Were
the
races
good
this
year
?
Instead
of
them
I
saw
the
races
in
the
Corso
in
Rome
.
But
you
don
’
t
care
for
life
abroad
,
”
she
said
with
a
cordial
smile
.
“
I
know
you
and
all
your
tastes
,
though
I
have
seen
so
little
of
you
.
”
“
I
’
m
awfully
sorry
for
that
,
for
my
tastes
are
mostly
bad
,
”
said
Yashvin
,
gnawing
at
his
left
mustache
.
Having
talked
a
little
while
,
and
noticing
that
Vronsky
glanced
at
the
clock
,
Yashvin
asked
her
whether
she
would
be
staying
much
longer
in
Petersburg
,
and
unbending
his
huge
figure
reached
after
his
cap
.
