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contemptuously and took up her book again; but now she was definitely unable to follow what she
read. She passed the paper knife over the window pane, then laid its smooth, cool surface to her
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cheek, and almost laughed aloud at the feeling of delight that all at once without cause came over
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half-light to strike her with unaccustomed vividness. Moments of doubt were continually coming
upon her, when she was uncertain whether the train were going forwards or backwards, or were
standing still altogether; whether it were Annushka at her side or a stranger. “What’s that on the
arm of the chair, a fur cloak or some beast? And what am I myself? Myself or some other
woman?” she was afraid of giving way to this delirium. But something drew her towards it, and
she could yield to it or resist it at will. She got up to rouse herself, and slipped off her plaid and the
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after him at the door; but then everything grew blurred again…. That peasant with the long waist
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length of the carriage, and filling it with a black cloud; then there was a fearful shrieking and
banging, as though someone were being torn to pieces; then there was a blinding dazzle of red fire
before her eyes and a wall seemed to rise up and hide everything. Anna felt as though she were
sinking down. But it was not terrible, but delightful. The voice of a man muffled up and covered
with snow shouted something in her ear. She got up and pulled herself together; she realized that
they had reached a station and that this was the guard. She asked Annushka to hand her the cape
she had taken off and her shawl, put them on and moved towards the door.
“Do you wish to get out?” asked Annushka.
“Yes, I want a little air. It’s very hot in here.” And she opened the door. The driving snow and the
wind rushed to meet her and struggled with her over the door. But she enjoyed the struggle.
She opened the door and went out. The wind seemed as though lying in wait for her; with gleeful
whistle it tried to snatch her up and bear her off, but she clung to the cold door post, and holding
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unlike what he had been before her smile and those words, “Good-bye till this evening.”
Stepan Arkadyevitch was absorbed during the drive in composing the menu of the dinner.
“You like trout, don’t you?” he said to Levin as they were arriving.
“Eh?” responded Levin. “Turbot? Yes, I’m AWFULLY fond of turbot.”
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Chapter 10
When Levin went into the restaurant with Oblonsky, he could not help noticing a certain
peculiarity of expression, as it were, a restrained radiance, about the face and whole figure of
Stepan Arkadyevitch. Oblonsky took off his overcoat, and with his hat over one ear walked into
the dining room, giving directions to the Tatar waiters, who were clustered about him in evening
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counter, something so amusing that even that Frenchwoman was moved to genuine laughter.
Levin for his part refrained from taking any vodka simply because he felt such a loathing of that
Frenchwoman, all made up, it seemed, of false hair, poudre de riz, and vinaigre de toilette. He
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Instantly flinging a fresh cloth over the round table under the bronze chandelier, though it already
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Fresh oysters have come in.”
“Ah! oysters.”
Stepan Arkadyevitch became thoughtful.
“How if we were to change our program, Levin?” he said keeping his finger on the bill of fare.
And his face expressed serious hesitation. “Are the oysters good? Mind now.”
“They’re Flensburg, your excellency. We’ve no Ostend.”