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Updated: May 18, 2025
"But do tell me, please, I never could make it out," said Anna, after being silent for some time, speaking in a tone that showed she was not asking an idle question, but that what she was asking was of more importance to her than it should have been; "do tell me, please, what are her relations with Prince Kaluzhsky, Mishka, as he's called? I've met them so little. What does it mean?"
The maid begged her pardon for coming in, saying that she had fancied the bell rang. She brought her clothes and a note. The note was from Betsy. Betsy reminded her that Liza Merkalova and Baroness Shtoltz were coming to play croquet with her that morning with their adorers, Kaluzhsky and old Stremov. "Come, if only as a study in morals. I shall expect you," she finished.
He was a new admirer of Sappho's. He now dogged her footsteps, like Vaska. Soon after Prince Kaluzhsky arrived, and Liza Merkalova with Stremov. Liza Merkalova was a thin brunette, with an Oriental, languid type of face, and as everyone used to say exquisite enigmatic eyes. Liza was as soft and enervated as Sappho was smart and abrupt. But to Anna's taste Liza was far more attractive.
Betsy smiled with her eyes, and looked intently at Anna. "It's a new manner," she said. "They've all adopted that manner. They've flung their caps over the windmills. But there are ways and ways of flinging them." "Yes, but what are her relations precisely with Kaluzhsky?" Betsy broke into unexpectedly mirthful and irrepressible laughter, a thing which rarely happened with her.
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