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patched mud-guards, proposed to the ladies that they should get into the _char-a-banc_. "And Ill get into this vehicle," he said. "The horse is quiet, and the princess drives capitally." "No, stay as you were," said Anna, coming up, "and well go in the carriage," and taking Dollys arm, she drew her away. Darya Alexandrovnas eyes were fairly dazzled by the elegant carriage of a pattern she had never seen before, the splendid horses, and the elegant and gorgeous people surrounding her. But what struck her most of all was the change that had taken place in Anna, whom she knew so well and loved. Any other woman, a less close observer, not knowing Anna before, or not having thought as Darya Alexandrovna had been thinking on the road, would not have noticed anything special in Anna. But now Dolly was struck by that temporary beauty, which is only found in women during the moments of love, and which she saw now in Annas face. Everything in her face, the clearly marked dimples in her cheeks and chin, the line of her lips, the smile which, as it were, fluttered about her face, the brilliance of her eyes, the grace and rapidity of her movements, the fulness of the notes of her voice, even the manner in which, with a sort of angry friendliness, she answered Veslovsky when he asked permission to get on her cob, so as to teach it to gallop with the right leg foremost--it was all peculiarly fascinating, and it seemed as if she were herself aware of it, and rejoicing in it. When both the women were seated in the carriage, a sudden embarrassment came over both of them. Anna was disconcerted by the intent look of inquiry Dolly fixed upon her. Dolly was embarrassed because after Sviazhskys phrase about "this vehicle," she could not help feeling ashamed of the dirty old carriage in which Anna was sitting with her. The coachman Philip and the counting house clerk were experiencing the same sensation. The counting house clerk, to conceal his confusion, busied himself settling the ladies, but Philip the coachman became sullen, and was bracing himself not to be overawed in future by this external superiority. He smiled ironically, looking at the raven horse, and was already deciding in his own mind that this smart trotter in the _char-a-banc_ was only good for _promenade_, and wouldnt do thirty miles straight off in the heat. The peasants had all got up from the cart and were inquisitively and mirthfully staring at the meeting of the friends, making their comments on it. "Theyre pleased, too; havent seen each other for a long while," said the curly-headed old man with the bast round his hair. "I say, Uncle Gerasim, if we could take that raven horse now, to cart the corn, that ud be quick work!" "Look-ee! Is that a woman in breeches?" said one of them, pointing to Vassenka Veslovsky sitting in a side saddle. "Nay, a man! See how smartly hes going it!" "Eh, lads! seems were not going to sleep, then?" "What chance of sleep today!" said the old man, with a sidelong look at the sun. "Middays past, look-ee! Get your hooks, and come along!" Chapter 18 Anna looked at Dollys thin, care-worn face, with its wrinkles filled with dust from the road, and she was on the point of saying what she was thinking, that is, that Dolly had got thinner. But, conscious that she herself had grown handsomer, and that Dollys eyes were telling her so, she sighed and began to speak about herself. "You are looking at me," she said, "and wondering how I can be happy in my position? Well! its shameful to confess, but I... Im inexcusably happy. Something magical has happened to me, like a dream, when youre frightened, panic-stricken, and all of a sudden you wake up and all the horrors are no more. I have waked up. I have lived through the misery, the dread, and now for a long while past, especially since weve been here, Ive been so happy!..." she said, with a timid smile of inquiry looking at Dolly. "How glad I am!" said Dolly smiling, involuntarily speaking more coldly than she wanted to. "Im very glad for you. Why havent you written to me?" "Why?... Because I hadnt the courage.... You forget my position..." "To me? Hadnt the courage? If you knew how I...I look at..." Darya Alexandrovna wanted to express her thoughts of

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