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did not prize her beauty. "Oh, I said: for your sake. Above all for your sake," he repeated, frowning as though in pain, "because I am certain that the greater part of your irritability comes from the indefiniteness of the position." "Yes, now he has laid aside all pretense, and all his cold hatred for me is apparent," she thought, not hearing his words, but watching with terror the cold, cruel judge who looked mocking her out of his eyes. "The cause is not that," she said, "and, indeed, I dont see how the cause of my irritability, as you call it, can be that I am completely in your power. What indefiniteness is there in the position? on the contrary..." "I am very sorry that you dont care to understand," he interrupted, obstinately anxious to give utterance to his thought. "The indefiniteness consists in your imagining that I am free." "On that score you can set your mind quite at rest," she said, and turning away from him, she began drinking her coffee. She lifted her cup, with her little finger held apart, and put it to her lips. After drinking a few sips she glanced at him, and by his expression, she saw clearly that he was repelled by her hand, and her gesture, and the sound made by her lips. "I dont care in the least what your mother thinks, and what match she wants to make for you," she said, putting the cup down with a shaking hand. "But we are not talking about that." "Yes, thats just what we are talking about. And let me tell you that a heartless woman, whether shes old or not old, your mother or anyone else, is of no consequence to me, and I would not consent to know her." "Anna, I beg you not to speak disrespectfully of my mother." "A woman whose heart does not tell her where her sons happiness and honor lie has no heart." "I repeat my request that you will not speak disrespectfully of my mother, whom I respect," he said, raising his voice and looking sternly at her. She did not answer. Looking intently at him, at his face, his hands, she recalled all the details of their reconciliation the previous day, and his passionate caresses. "There, just such caresses he has lavished, and will lavish, and longs to lavish on other women!" she thought. "You dont love your mother. Thats all talk, and talk, and talk!" she said, looking at him with hatred in her eyes. "Even if so, you must..." "Must decide, and I have decided," she said, and she would have gone away, but at that moment Yashvin walked into the room. Anna greeted him and remained. Why, when there was a tempest in her soul, and she felt she was standing at a turning point in her life, which might have fearful consequences--why, at that minute, she had to keep up appearances before an outsider, who sooner or later must know it all--she did not know. But at once quelling the storm within her, she sat down and began talking to their guest. "Well, how are you getting on? Has your debt been paid you?" she asked Yashvin. "Oh, pretty fair; I fancy I shant get it all, but I shall get a good half. And when are you off?" said Yashvin, looking at Vronsky, and unmistakably guessing at a quarrel. "The day after tomorrow, I think," said Vronsky. "Youve been meaning to go so long, though." "But now its quite decided," said Anna, looking Vronsky straight in the face with a look which told him not to dream of the possibility of reconciliation. "Dont you feel sorry for that unlucky Pyevtsov?" she went on, talking to Yashvin. "Ive never asked myself the question, Anna Arkadyevna, whether Im sorry for him or not. You see, all my fortunes here"--he touched his breast pocket--"and just now Im a wealthy man. But today Im going to the club, and I may come out a beggar. You see, whoever sits down to play with me--he wants to leave me without a shirt to my back, and so do I him. And so we fight it out, and thats the pleasure of it." "Well, but suppose you were married," said Anna, "how would it be for your wife?" Yashvin laughed. "Thats why Im not married, and never mean to be." "And Helsingfors?" said Vronsky, entering into the conversation and glancing at Annas smiling face. Meeting his eyes, Annas face instantly took a coldly severe

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