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“
Thank
you
,
”
she
said
,
her
little
hand
in
its
long
glove
taking
the
playbill
Vronsky
picked
up
,
and
suddenly
at
that
instant
her
lovely
face
quivered
.
She
got
up
and
went
into
the
interior
of
the
box
.
Noticing
in
the
next
act
that
her
box
was
empty
,
Vronsky
,
rousing
indignant
“
hushes
”
in
the
silent
audience
,
went
out
in
the
middle
of
a
solo
and
drove
home
.
Anna
was
already
at
home
.
When
Vronsky
went
up
to
her
,
she
was
in
the
same
dress
as
she
had
worn
at
the
theater
.
She
was
sitting
in
the
first
armchair
against
the
wall
,
looking
straight
before
her
.
She
looked
at
him
,
and
at
once
resumed
her
former
position
.
“
Anna
,
”
he
said
“
You
,
you
are
to
blame
for
everything
!
”
she
cried
,
with
tears
of
despair
and
hatred
in
her
voice
,
getting
up
.
“
I
begged
,
I
implored
you
not
to
go
,
I
knew
it
would
be
unpleasant
.
.
.
.
”
“
Unpleasant
!
”
she
cried
—
“
hideous
!
As
long
as
I
live
I
shall
never
forget
it
.
She
said
it
was
a
disgrace
to
sit
beside
me
.
”
“
A
silly
woman
’
s
chatter
,
”
he
said
:
“
but
why
risk
it
,
why
provoke
?
.
.
.
”
“
I
hate
your
calm
.
You
ought
not
to
have
brought
me
to
this
.
If
you
had
loved
me
.
.
.
.
”
“
Anna
!
How
does
the
question
of
my
love
come
in
?
”
