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said Stepan Arkadyevitch, as conspicuously brilliant in thebrilliance as he was in Moscow, his face

rosy, and his whiskers sleek and glossy "I cahted that I shall see your triumph When shall we

meet?"

"Co

hiies, he moved away to

the center of the race course, where the horses were being led

for the great steeplechase

The horses who had run in the last race were being led ho and exhausted, by the stable-boys, and one after another

the fresh horses for the colish racers, wearing horsecloths, and looking

with their drawn-up bellies like strange, huge birds On the

right was led in Frou-Frou, lean and beautiful, lifting up her

elastic, rather long pasterns, as thoughoff the lop-eared

Gladiator The strong, exquisite, perfectly correct lines of the

stallion, with his superb hind-quarters and excessively short

pasterns almost over his hoofs, attracted Vronsky's attention in

spite of hiain detained by an acquaintance