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direction is the sa his certain ruin

This child, with his innocent outlook upon life, was the compass

that showed them the point to which they had departed from what

they knew, but did not want to know

This time Seryozha was not at ho on the terrace waiting for the return of her son,

who had gone out for his walk and been caught in the rain She

had sent a manservant and a own, deeply e in a corner

of the terrace behind so her curly black head, she pressed her forehead against a

cool watering pot that stood on the parapet, and both her lovely

hands, with the rings he kneell, clasped the pot The

beauty of her whole figure, her head, her neck, her hands, struck

Vronsky every ti at her in ecstasy But, directly he would have

made a step to come nearer to her, she are of his presence,

pushed away the watering pot, and turned her flushed face towards

him