Anna Karenina

ts, strode up and down, like a wild beast in a cage, turning sharply after twenty paces. Sergey Ivanovitch fancied, as he approached him, that Vronsky

ng an important part in a great cause, and Koznishev thought it hi

recognized him, and going a few steps forward

me," said Sergey Ivanovitch, "b

ng than you," said Vronsky. "Excuse me; an

Sergey Ivanovitch, scanning Vronsky's face, full of unmistakable sufferi

uffy among the carriages. A letter? No, thank you; to meet death one needs no letters of introduction. Nor for t

e prepared to see you. But that's as you like. I was very glad to hear of your intention. There hav

ample on them or fall-I know that. I'm glad there's something to give my life for, for it's not simply useless but loathsome to me. Anyone's welco

e's brother-men from bondage is an aim worth death and life. God grant you success outwardly-and

of some use. But as a man,

ere like rows of ivory in his mouth. He was silent, and his eyes rested

ddenly recalled her-that is, what was left of her when he had run like one distraught into the cloak room of the railway station-on the table, shamelessly sprawling out among strangers, the bloodstained body so lately full of life; the head unhurt dropping back with its weight of hair, and

cruelly revengeful as he remembered her on that last moment. He tried to recall his best moments with her, but those moments were poisoned forever. He could only think

e in silence and regaining his self-possess

s? Yes, driven back for a third time, but a

ation, and the immense effect it might have, they parte