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kissed her hand. "I think the big balcony room." "Oh, no, thats too far off! Better in the corner room, we shall see each other more. Come, lets go up," said Anna, as she gave her favorite horse the sugar the footman had brought her. "_Et vous oubliez votre devoir_," she said to Veslovsky, who came out too on the steps. "_Pardon, jen ai tout plein les poches_," he answered, smiling, putting his fingers in his waistcoat pocket. "_Mais vous venez trop tard_," she said, rubbing her handkerchief on her hand, which the horse had made wet in taking the sugar. Anna turned to Dolly. "You can stay some time? For one day only? Thats impossible!" "I promised to be back, and the children..." said Dolly, feeling embarrassed both because she had to get her bag out of the carriage, and because she knew her face must be covered with dust. "No, Dolly, darling!... Well, well see. Come along, come along!" and Anna led Dolly to her room. That room was not the smart guest chamber Vronsky had suggested, but the one of which Anna had said that Dolly would excuse it. And this room, for which excuse was needed, was more full of luxury than any in which Dolly had ever stayed, a luxury that reminded her of the best hotels abroad. "Well, darling, how happy I am!" Anna said, sitting down in her riding habit for a moment beside Dolly. "Tell me about all of you. Stiva I had only a glimpse of, and he cannot tell one about the children. How is my favorite, Tanya? Quite a big girl, I expect?" "Yes, shes very tall," Darya Alexandrovna answered shortly, surprised herself that she should respond so coolly about her children. "We are having a delightful stay at the Levins," she added. "Oh, if I had known," said Anna, "that you do not despise me!... You might have all come to us. Stivas an old friend and a great friend of Alexeys, you know," she added, and suddenly she blushed. "Yes, but we are all..." Dolly answered in confusion. "But in my delight Im talking nonsense. The one thing, darling, is that I am so glad to have you!" said Anna, kissing her again. "You havent told me yet how and what you think about me, and I keep wanting to know. But Im glad you will see me as I am. The chief thing I shouldnt like would be for people to imagine I want to prove anything. I dont want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, havent I? But it is a big subject, and well talk over everything properly later. Now Ill go and dress and send a maid to you." Chapter 19 Left alone, Darya Alexandrovna, with a good housewifes eye, scanned her room. All she had seen in entering the house and walking through it, and all she saw now in her room, gave her an impression of wealth and sumptuousness and of that modern European luxury of which she had only read in English novels, but had never seen in Russia and in the country. Everything was new from the new French hangings on the walls to the carpet which covered the whole floor. The bed had a spring mattress, and a special sort of bolster and silk pillowcases on the little pillows. The marble washstand, the dressing table, the little sofa, the tables, the bronze clock on the chimney piece, the window curtains, and the _portieres_ were all new and expensive. The smart maid, who came in to offer her services, with her hair done up high, and a gown more fashionable than Dollys, was as new and expensive as the whole room. Darya Alexandrovna liked her neatness, her deferential and obliging manners, but she felt ill at ease with her. She felt ashamed of her seeing the patched dressing jacket that had unluckily been packed by mistake for her. She was ashamed of the very patches and darned places of which she had been so proud at home. At home it had been so clear that for six dressing jackets there would be needed twenty-four yards of nainsook at sixteen pence the yard, which was a matter of thirty shillings besides the cutting-out and making, and these thirty shillings had been saved. But before the maid she felt,

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