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said Agafea Mihalovna. "The dog now...why, she understands that her masters come home, and that hes low-spirited." "Why low-spirited?" "Do you suppose I dont see it, sir? Its high time I should know the gentry. Why, Ive grown up from a little thing with them. Its nothing, sir, so long as theres health and a clear conscience." Levin looked intently at her, surprised at how well she knew his thought. "Shall I fetch you another cup?" said she, and taking his cup she went out. Laska kept poking her head under his hand. He stroked her, and she promptly curled up at his feet, laying her head on a hindpaw. And in token of all now being well and satisfactory, she opened her mouth a little, smacked her lips, and settling her sticky lips more comfortably about her old teeth, she sank into blissful repose. Levin watched all her movements attentively. "Thats what Ill do," he said to himself; "thats what Ill do! Nothings amiss.... Alls well." Chapter 28 After the ball, early next morning, Anna Arkadyevna sent her husband a telegram that she was leaving Moscow the same day. "No, I must go, I must go"; she explained to her sister-in-law the change in her plans in a tone that suggested that she had to remember so many things that there was no enumerating them: "no, it had really better be today!" Stepan Arkadyevitch was not dining at home, but he promised to come and see his sister off at seven oclock. Kitty, too, did not come, sending a note that she had a headache. Dolly and Anna dined alone with the children and the English governess. Whether it was that the children were fickle, or that they had acute senses, and felt that Anna was quite different that day from what she had been when they had taken such a fancy to her, that she was not now interested in them,--but they had abruptly dropped their play with their aunt, and their love for her, and were quite indifferent that she was going away. Anna was absorbed the whole morning in preparations for her departure. She wrote notes to her Moscow acquaintances, put down her accounts, and packed. Altogether Dolly fancied she was not in a placid state of mind, but in that worried mood, which Dolly knew well with herself, and which does not come without cause, and for the most part covers dissatisfaction with self. After dinner, Anna went up to her room to dress, and Dolly followed her. "How queer you are today!" Dolly said to her. "I? Do you think so? Im not queer, but Im nasty. I am like that sometimes. I keep feeling as if I could cry. Its very stupid, but itll pass off," said Anna quickly, and she bent her flushed face over a tiny bag in which she was packing a nightcap and some cambric handkerchiefs. Her eyes were particularly bright, and were continually swimming with tears. "In the same way I didnt want to leave Petersburg, and now I dont want to go away from here." "You came here and did a good deed," said Dolly, looking intently at her. Anna looked at her with eyes wet with tears. "Dont say that, Dolly. Ive done nothing, and could do nothing. I often wonder why people are all in league to spoil me. What have I done, and what could I do? In your heart there was found love enough to forgive..." "If it had not been for you, God knows what would have happened! How happy you are, Anna!" said Dolly. "Everything is clear and good in your heart." "Every heart has its own _skeletons_, as the English say." "You have no sort of _skeleton_, have you? Everything is so clear in you." "I have!" said Anna suddenly, and, unexpectedly after her tears, a sly, ironical smile curved her lips. "Come, hes amusing, anyway, your _skeleton_, and not depressing," said Dolly, smiling. "No, hes depressing. Do you know why Im going today instead of tomorrow? Its a confession that weighs on me; I want to make it to you," said Anna, letting herself drop definitely into an armchair, and looking straight into Dollys face. And to her surprise Dolly saw that Anna was blushing up to her ears, up to the curly black ringlets on her neck. "Yes," Anna went on. "Do you know why Kitty didnt come to dinner? Shes jealous of me. I have spoiled...Ive been the cause of that ball being a

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