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She
knew
that
feeling
and
knew
its
signs
,
and
saw
them
in
Anna
;
saw
the
quivering
,
flashing
light
in
her
eyes
,
and
the
smile
of
happiness
and
excitement
unconsciously
playing
on
her
lips
,
and
the
deliberate
grace
,
precision
,
and
lightness
of
her
movements
.
“
Who
?
”
she
asked
herself
.
“
All
or
one
?
”
And
not
assisting
the
harassed
young
man
she
was
dancing
with
in
the
conversation
,
the
thread
of
which
he
had
lost
and
could
not
pick
up
again
,
she
obeyed
with
external
liveliness
the
peremptory
shouts
of
Korsunsky
starting
them
all
into
the
grand
rond
,
and
then
into
the
chaîne
,
and
at
the
same
time
she
kept
watch
with
a
growing
pang
at
her
heart
.
“
No
,
it
’
s
not
the
admiration
of
the
crowd
has
intoxicated
her
,
but
the
adoration
of
one
.
And
that
one
?
can
it
be
he
?
”
Every
time
he
spoke
to
Anna
the
joyous
light
flashed
into
her
eyes
,
and
the
smile
of
happiness
curved
her
red
lips
.
she
seemed
to
make
an
effort
to
control
herself
,
to
try
not
to
show
these
signs
of
delight
,
but
they
came
out
on
her
face
of
themselves
.
“
But
what
of
him
?
”
Kitty
looked
at
him
and
was
filled
with
terror
.
What
was
pictured
so
clearly
to
Kitty
in
the
mirror
of
Anna
’
s
face
she
saw
in
him
.
What
had
become
of
his
always
self
-
possessed
resolute
manner
,
and
the
carelessly
serene
expression
of
his
face
?
Now
every
time
he
turned
to
her
,
he
bent
his
head
,
as
though
he
would
have
fallen
at
her
feet
,
and
in
his
eyes
there
was
nothing
but
humble
submission
and
dread
.
“
I
would
not
offend
you
,
”
his
eyes
seemed
every
time
to
be
saying
,
“
but
I
want
to
save
myself
,
and
I
don
’
t
know
how
.
”
On
his
face
was
a
look
such
as
Kitty
had
never
seen
before
.
They
were
speaking
of
common
acquaintances
,
keeping
up
the
most
trivial
conversation
,
but
to
Kitty
it
seemed
that
every
word
they
said
was
determining
their
fate
and
hers
.
And
strange
it
was
that
they
were
actually
talking
of
how
absurd
Ivan
Ivanovitch
was
with
his
French
,
and
how
the
Eletsky
girl
might
have
made
a
better
match
,
yet
these
words
had
all
the
while
consequence
for
them
,
and
they
were
feeling
just
as
Kitty
did
.
The
whole
ball
,
the
whole
world
,
everything
seemed
lost
in
fog
in
Kitty
’
s
soul
.
Nothing
but
the
stern
discipline
of
her
bringing
-
up
supported
her
and
forced
her
to
do
what
was
expected
of
her
,
that
is
,
to
dance
,
to
answer
questions
,
to
talk
,
even
to
smile
.
But
before
the
mazurka
,
when
they
were
beginning
to
rearrange
the
chairs
and
a
few
couples
moved
out
of
the
smaller
rooms
into
the
big
room
,
a
moment
of
despair
and
horror
came
for
Kitty
.
She
had
refused
five
partners
,
and
now
she
was
not
dancing
the
mazurka
.
She
had
not
even
a
hope
of
being
asked
for
it
,
because
she
was
so
successful
in
society
that
the
idea
would
never
occur
to
anyone
that
she
had
remained
disengaged
till
now
.
She
would
have
to
tell
her
mother
she
felt
ill
and
go
home
,
but
she
had
not
the
strength
to
do
this
.
She
felt
crushed
.
She
went
to
the
furthest
end
of
the
little
drawing
-
room
and
sank
into
a
low
chair
.
Her
light
,
transparent
skirts
rose
like
a
cloud
about
her
slender
waist
;
one
bare
,
thin
,
soft
,
girlish
arm
,
hanging
listlessly
,
was
lost
in
the
folds
of
her
pink
tunic
;
in
the
other
she
held
her
fan
,
and
with
rapid
,
short
strokes
fanned
her
burning
face
.
But
while
she
looked
like
a
butterfly
,
clinging
to
a
blade
of
grass
,
and
just
about
to
open
its
rainbow
wings
for
fresh
flight
,
her
heart
ached
with
a
horrible
despair
.
“
But
perhaps
I
am
wrong
,
perhaps
it
was
not
so
?
”
And
again
she
recalled
all
she
had
seen
.
“
Kitty
,
what
is
it
?
”
said
Countess
Nordston
,
stepping
noiselessly
over
the
carpet
towards
her
.
“
I
don
’
t
understand
it
.
”
Kitty
’
s
lower
lip
began
to
quiver
;
she
got
up
quickly
.
“
Kitty
,
you
’
re
not
dancing
the
mazurka
?
”
“
No
,
no
,
”
said
Kitty
in
a
voice
shaking
with
tears
.
