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torture to her instead of a pleasure. But truly, truly, its not my fault, or only my fault a little bit," she said, daintily drawling the words "a little bit." "Oh, how like Stiva you said that!" said Dolly, laughing. Anna was hurt. "Oh no, oh no! Im not Stiva," she said, knitting her brows. "Thats why Im telling you, just because I could never let myself doubt myself for an instant," said Anna. But at the very moment she was uttering the words, she felt that they were not true. She was not merely doubting herself, she felt emotion at the thought of Vronsky, and was going away sooner than she had meant, simply to avoid meeting him. "Yes, Stiva told me you danced the mazurka with him, and that he..." "You cant imagine how absurdly it all came about. I only meant to be matchmaking, and all at once it turned out quite differently. Possibly against my own will..." She crimsoned and stopped. "Oh, they feel it directly?" said Dolly. "But I should be in despair if there were anything serious in it on his side," Anna interrupted her. "And I am certain it will all be forgotten, and Kitty will leave off hating me." "All the same, Anna, to tell you the truth, Im not very anxious for this marriage for Kitty. And its better it should come to nothing, if he, Vronsky, is capable of falling in love with you in a single day." "Oh, heavens, that would be too silly!" said Anna, and again a deep flush of pleasure came out on her face, when she heard the idea, that absorbed her, put into words. "And so here I am going away, having made an enemy of Kitty, whom I liked so much! Ah, how sweet she is! But youll make it right, Dolly? Eh?" Dolly could scarcely suppress a smile. She loved Anna, but she enjoyed seeing that she too had her weaknesses. "An enemy? That cant be." "I did so want you all to care for me, as I do for you, and now I care for you more than ever," said Anna, with tears in her eyes. "Ah, how silly I am today!" She passed her handkerchief over her face and began dressing. At the very moment of starting Stepan Arkadyevitch arrived, late, rosy and good-humored, smelling of wine and cigars. Annas emotionalism infected Dolly, and when she embraced her sister-in-law for the last time, she whispered: "Remember, Anna, what youve done for me--I shall never forget. And remember that I love you, and shall always love you as my dearest friend!" "I dont know why," said Anna, kissing her and hiding her tears. "You understood me, and you understand. Good-bye, my darling!" Chapter 29 "Come, its all over, and thank God!" was the first thought that came to Anna Arkadyevna, when she had said good-bye for the last time to her brother, who had stood blocking up the entrance to the carriage till the third bell rang. She sat down on her lounge beside Annushka, and looked about her in the twilight of the sleeping-carriage. "Thank God! tomorrow I shall see Seryozha and Alexey Alexandrovitch, and my life will go on in the old way, all nice and as usual." Still in the same anxious frame of mind, as she had been all that day, Anna took pleasure in arranging herself for the journey with great care. With her little deft hands she opened and shut her little red bag, took out a cushion, laid it on her knees, and carefully wrapping up her feet, settled herself comfortably. An invalid lady had already lain down to sleep. Two other ladies began talking to Anna, and a stout elderly lady tucked up her feet, and made observations about the heating of the train. Anna answered a few words, but not foreseeing any entertainment from the conversation, she asked Annushka to get a lamp, hooked it onto the arm of her seat, and took from her bag a paper knife and an English novel. At first her reading made no progress. The fuss and bustle were disturbing; then when the train had started, she could not help listening to the noises; then the snow beating on the left window and sticking to the pane, and the sight of the muffled guard passing by, covered with snow on one side, and the conversations about the terrible snowstorm raging outside, distracted her attention. Farther on, it was

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