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“All the same he’s a good man; truthful, good-hearted, and remarkable in his own line,” Anna said
to herself going back to her room,runescape power leveling, as though she were defending him to someone who had
attacked him and said that one could not love him. “But why is it his ears stick out so strangely?
Or has he had his hair cut?”
Precisely at twelve o’clock, when Anna was still sitting at her writing table, finishing a letter to
Dolly, she heard the sound of measured steps in slippers, and Alexey Alexandrovitch, freshly
washed and combed, with a book under his arm, came in to her.
“It’s time, it’s time,” said he, with a meaning smile,rs money, And he went into their bedroom.
“And what right had he to look at him like that?” thought Anna, recalling Vronsky’s glance at
Alexey Alexandrovitch.
Undressing, she went into the bedroom; but her face had none of the eagerness which, during her
stay in Moscow, had fairly flashed from her eyes and her smile; on the contrary, now the fire
seemed quenched in her, hidden somewhere far away.
Chapter 34
When Vronsky went to Moscow from Petersburg, he had left his large set of rooms in Morskaia to
his friend and favorite comrade Petritsky.
Petritsky was a young lieutenant, not particularly well-connected, and not merely not wealthy, but
always hopelessly in debt. Towards evening he was always drunk, and he had often been locked
up after all sorts of ludicrous and disgraceful scandals, but he was a favorite both of his comrades
and his superior officers. On arriving at twelve o’clock from the station at his flat, Vronsky saw, at
the outer door, a hired carriage familiar to him. While still outside his own door, as he rang,l2 power leveling, he
heard masculine laughter, the lisp of a feminine voice, and Petritsky’s voice. “If that’s one of the
villains, don’t let him in!” Vronsky told the servant not to announce him,l2 adena, and slipped quietly into
the first room. Baroness Shilton, a friend of Petritsky’s, with a rosy little face and flaxen hair,
resplendent in a lilac satin gown, and filling the whole room, like a canary, with her Parisian
chatter, sat at the round table making coffee. Petritsky, in his overcoat, and the cavalry captain
Kamerovsky, in full uniform, probably just come from duty, were sitting each side of her.
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“Bravo! Vronsky!” shouted Petritsky, jumping up, scraping his chair. “Our host himself!
Baroness, some coffee for him out of the new coffee pot. Why, we didn’t expect you! Hope you’re
satisfied with the ornament of your study,” he said, indicating the baroness. “You know each
other, of course?”
