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He heard a voice yesterday," said Countess Lidia Ivanovna, looking at Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Ah, a voice!" repeated Oblonsky, feeling that he must be as circumspect as he possibly could in this society, where something peculiar was going on, or was to go on, to which he had not the key.
She blushed with emotion when he came into the room, she could not repress a smile of rapture when he said anything amiable to her. For several days now Countess Lidia Ivanovna had been in a state of intense excitement. She had learned that Anna and Vronsky were in Petersburg.
The people will be amused and forget the cruelties of the Emperor, for there will be a grand show in the amphitheatre, far grander than any gladiatorial show." "Thou meanest " "That these Christians must be disposed of, or they will rebel. The lions are even now growling in the underground cages." Lidia sped on, though her feet grew very weary before she reached the cave where Lucius dwelt.
This letter attained the secret object which Countess Lidia Ivanovna had concealed from herself. It wounded Anna to the quick. For his part, Alexey Alexandrovitch, on returning home from Lidia Ivanovna's, could not all that day concentrate himself on his usual pursuits, and find that spiritual peace of one saved and believing which he had felt of late.
As she talked, the lawyer's brain cleared. He was more himself than he had been since the children had disappeared. Now, he knew the worst. Sometimes certainty, even though bad, is better than the agony of suspense. There was a chance, and if they escaped a thought came to him. "Thou wilt dress thy Lady." Lidia nodded. "And gather together the jewels.
"When I think of it, I can't sleep without morphine. But never mind. Let us talk quietly. They tell me, divorce. In the first place, he won't give me a divorce. He's under the influence of Countess Lidia Ivanovna now." Darya Alexandrovna, sitting erect on a chair, turned her head, following Anna with a face of sympathetic suffering. "You ought to make the attempt," she said softly.
It was the handwriting of Anna Karenina. The envelope was of paper as thick as bark; on the oblong yellow paper there was a huge monogram, and the letter smelt of agreeable scent. "Who brought it?" "A commissionaire from the hotel." It was some time before Countess Lidia Ivanovna could sit down to read the letter. Her excitement brought on an attack of asthma, to which she was subject.
But Countess Lidia Ivanovna, though she was interested in everything that did not concern her, had a habit of never listening to what interested her; she interrupted Anna: "Yes, there's plenty of sorrow and evil in the world. I am so worried today." "Oh, why?" asked Anna, trying to suppress a smile.
No, I have no hesitation in saying I advise not, and if you will intrust it to me, I will write to her." And Alexey Alexandrovitch consented, and Countess Lidia Ivanovna sent the following letter in French: "Dear Madame,
For to-night, if I stay well, I feel that I shall not be santo." Artois burst into his big roaring laugh. "And why do you want to be santo to-night?" he asked. "The beautiful girl! I wish to keep her memory, if only for one night." "Very well, then. We will fish, and you shall be a saint." "Caro Emilio! Perhaps Viviano will come, too. But I think he will be with Lidia.
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