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"Excuse me, princess," he said, smiling courteously but looking

her very firmly in the face, "but I see that Anna's not very

well, and I wish her to come home with me."

Anna looked about her in a frightened way, got up submissively,

and laid her hand on her husband's arm.

"I'll send to him and find out, and let you know," Betsy

whispered to her.

As they left the pavilion, Alexey Alexandrovitch, as always,

talked to those he met, and Anna had, as always, to talk and

answer; but she was utterly beside herself, and moved hanging on

her husband's arm as though in a dream.

"Is he killed or not? Is it true? Will he come or not? Shall I

see him today?" she was thinking.