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The
whole
of
that
day
Anna
spent
at
home
,
that
’
s
to
say
at
the
Oblonskys
’
,
and
received
no
one
,
though
some
of
her
acquaintances
had
already
heard
of
her
arrival
,
and
came
to
call
the
same
day
.
Anna
spent
the
whole
morning
with
Dolly
and
the
children
.
She
merely
sent
a
brief
note
to
her
brother
to
tell
him
that
he
must
not
fail
to
dine
at
home
.
“
Come
,
God
is
merciful
,
”
she
wrote
.
Oblonsky
did
dine
at
home
:
the
conversation
was
general
,
and
his
wife
,
speaking
to
him
,
addressed
him
as
“
Stiva
,
”
as
she
had
not
done
before
.
In
the
relations
of
the
husband
and
wife
the
same
estrangement
still
remained
,
but
there
was
no
talk
now
of
separation
,
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
saw
the
possibility
of
explanation
and
reconciliation
.
Immediately
after
dinner
Kitty
came
in
.
She
knew
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
but
only
very
slightly
,
and
she
came
now
to
her
sister
’
s
with
some
trepidation
,
at
the
prospect
of
meeting
this
fashionable
Petersburg
lady
,
whom
everyone
spoke
so
highly
of
.
But
she
made
a
favorable
impression
on
Anna
Arkadyevna
—
she
saw
that
at
once
.
Anna
was
unmistakably
admiring
her
loveliness
and
her
youth
:
before
Kitty
knew
where
she
was
she
found
herself
not
merely
under
Anna
’
s
sway
,
but
in
love
with
her
,
as
young
girls
do
fall
in
love
with
older
and
married
women
.
Anna
was
not
like
a
fashionable
lady
,
nor
the
mother
of
a
boy
of
eight
years
old
.
In
the
elasticity
of
her
movements
,
the
freshness
and
the
unflagging
eagerness
which
persisted
in
her
face
,
and
broke
out
in
her
smile
and
her
glance
,
she
would
rather
have
passed
for
a
girl
of
twenty
,
had
it
not
been
for
a
serious
and
at
times
mournful
look
in
her
eyes
,
which
struck
and
attracted
Kitty
.
Kitty
felt
that
Anna
was
perfectly
simple
and
was
concealing
nothing
,
but
that
she
had
another
higher
world
of
interests
inaccessible
to
her
,
complex
and
poetic
.
After
dinner
,
when
Dolly
went
away
to
her
own
room
,
Anna
rose
quickly
and
went
up
to
her
brother
,
who
was
just
lighting
a
cigar
.
“
Stiva
,
”
she
said
to
him
,
winking
gaily
,
crossing
him
and
glancing
towards
the
door
,
“
go
,
and
God
help
you
.
”
He
threw
down
the
cigar
,
understanding
her
,
and
departed
through
the
doorway
.
When
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
had
disappeared
,
she
went
back
to
the
sofa
where
she
had
been
sitting
,
surrounded
by
the
children
.
Either
because
the
children
saw
that
their
mother
was
fond
of
this
aunt
,
or
that
they
felt
a
special
charm
in
her
themselves
,
the
two
elder
ones
,
and
the
younger
following
their
lead
,
as
children
so
often
do
,
had
clung
about
their
new
aunt
since
before
dinner
,
and
would
not
leave
her
side
.
And
it
had
become
a
sort
of
game
among
them
to
sit
a
close
as
possible
to
their
aunt
,
to
touch
her
,
hold
her
little
hand
,
kiss
it
,
play
with
her
ring
,
or
even
touch
the
flounce
of
her
skirt
.
“
Come
,
come
,
as
we
were
sitting
before
,
”
said
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
sitting
down
in
her
place
.
And
again
Grisha
poked
his
little
face
under
her
arm
,
and
nestled
with
his
head
on
her
gown
,
beaming
with
pride
and
happiness
.
