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“
That
’
s
what
reason
is
given
man
for
,
to
escape
from
what
worries
him
,
”
said
the
lady
in
French
,
lisping
affectedly
,
and
obviously
pleased
with
her
phrase
.
The
words
seemed
an
answer
to
Anna
’
s
thoughts
.
“
To
escape
from
what
worries
him
,
”
repeated
Anna
.
And
glancing
at
the
red
-
cheeked
husband
and
the
thin
wife
,
she
saw
that
the
sickly
wife
considered
herself
misunderstood
,
and
the
husband
deceived
her
and
encouraged
her
in
that
idea
of
herself
.
Anna
seemed
to
see
all
their
history
and
all
the
crannies
of
their
souls
,
as
it
were
turning
a
light
upon
them
.
But
there
was
nothing
interesting
in
them
,
and
she
pursued
her
thought
.
“
Yes
,
I
’
m
very
much
worried
,
and
that
’
s
what
reason
was
given
me
for
,
to
escape
;
so
then
one
must
escape
:
why
not
put
out
the
light
when
there
’
s
nothing
more
to
look
at
,
when
it
’
s
sickening
to
look
at
it
all
?
But
how
?
Why
did
the
conductor
run
along
the
footboard
,
why
are
they
shrieking
,
those
young
men
in
that
train
?
why
are
they
talking
,
why
are
they
laughing
?
It
’
s
all
falsehood
,
all
lying
,
all
humbug
,
all
cruelty
!
.
.
.
”
When
the
train
came
into
the
station
,
Anna
got
out
into
the
crowd
of
passengers
,
and
moving
apart
from
them
as
if
they
were
lepers
,
she
stood
on
the
platform
,
trying
to
think
what
she
had
come
here
for
,
and
what
she
meant
to
do
.
Everything
that
had
seemed
to
her
possible
before
was
now
so
difficult
to
consider
,
especially
in
this
noisy
crowd
of
hideous
people
who
would
not
leave
her
alone
.
One
moment
porters
ran
up
to
her
proffering
their
services
,
then
young
men
,
clacking
their
heels
on
the
planks
of
the
platform
and
talking
loudly
,
stared
at
her
;
people
meeting
her
dodged
past
on
the
wrong
side
.
Remembering
that
she
had
meant
to
go
on
further
if
there
were
no
answer
,
she
stopped
a
porter
and
asked
if
her
coachman
were
not
here
with
a
note
from
Count
Vronsky
.
“
Count
Vronsky
?
They
sent
up
here
from
the
Vronskys
just
this
minute
,
to
meet
Princess
Sorokina
and
her
daughter
.
And
what
is
the
coachman
like
?
”
Just
as
she
was
talking
to
the
porter
,
the
coachman
Mihail
,
red
and
cheerful
in
his
smart
blue
coat
and
chain
,
evidently
proud
of
having
so
successfully
performed
his
commission
,
came
up
to
her
and
gave
her
a
letter
.
She
broke
it
open
,
and
her
heart
ached
before
she
had
read
it
.
“
I
am
very
sorry
your
note
did
not
reach
me
.
I
will
be
home
at
ten
,
”
Vronsky
had
written
carelessly
.
.
.
.
“
Yes
,
that
’
s
what
I
expected
!
”
she
said
to
herself
with
an
evil
smile
.
