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    Part 2 - Chapter 24

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    Chapter 24

    When Vronsky looked at his watch on the Karenins' balcony, he was
    so greatly agitated and lost in his thoughts that he saw the
    figures on the watch's face, but could not take in what time it
    was. He came out on to the highroad and walked, picking his way
    carefully through the mud, to his carriage. He was so completely
    absorbed in his feeling for Anna, that he did not even think what
    o'clock it was, and whether he had time to go to Bryansky's. He
    had left him, as often happens, only the external faculty of
    memory, that points out each step one has to take, one after the
    other. He went up to his coachman, who was dozing on the box in
    the shadow, already lengthening, of a thick limetree; he admired
    the shifting clouds of midges circling over the hot horses, and,
    waking the coachman, he jumped into the carriage, and told him to
    drive to Bryansky's. It was only after driving nearly five miles
    that he had sufficiently recovered himself to look at his watch,
    and realize that it was half-past five, and he was late.

    There were several races fixed for that day: the Mounted Guards'
    race, then the officers' mile-and-a-half race, then the
    three-mile race, and then the race~for which he was entered. He
    could still be in time for his race, but if he went to Bryansky's
    he could only just be in time, and he would arrive when the whole
    of the court would be in their places. That would be a pity.
    But he had promised Bryansky to come, and so he decided to drive
    on, telling the coachman not to spare the horses.

    He reached Bryansky's, spent five minutes there, and galloped
    back. This rapid drive calmed him. All that was painful in his
    relations with Anna, all the feeling of indefiniteness left by
    their conversation, had slipped out of his mind. He was thinking
    now with pleasure and excitement of the race, of his being
    anyhow, in time, and now and then the thought of the blissful
    interview awaiting him that night flashed across his imagination
    like a flaming light.

    The excitement of the approaching race gained upon him as he
    drove further and further into the atmosphere of the races,
    overtaking carriages driving up from the summer villas or out of
    Petersburg.

    At his quarters no one was left at home; all were at the races,
    and his valet was looking out for him at the gate. While he was
    changing his clothes, his valet told him that the second race had
    begun already, that a lot of gentlemen had been to ask for him,
    and a boy had twice run up from the stables. Dressing without
    hurry (he never hurried himself, and never lost his
    self-possession), Vronsky drove to the sheds. From the sheds he
    could see a perfect sea of carriages, and people on foot,
    soldiers surrounding the
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