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To Vronsky, at any rate, it see at her

Directly Vronsky went towards her, she drew in a deep breath,

and, turning back her prominent eye till the white looked

bloodshot, she started at the approaching figures frohtly froety she is," said the English up to the ly to her

But the nearer he carew Only when he

stood by her head, she was suddenly quieter, while the muscles

quivered under her soft, delicate coat Vronsky patted her

strong neck, straightened over her sharp withers a stray lock of

her mane that had fallen on the other side, and moved his face

near her dilated nostrils, transparent as a bat's wing She drew

a loud breath and snorted out through her tense nostrils,

started, pricked up her sharp ear, and put out her strong, black

lip towards Vronsky, as though she would nip hold of his sleeve

But rean