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She quickened her pace and rose smoothly, just as he had fancied

she would, and as she left the ground gave herself up to the

force of her rush, which carried her far beyond the ditch; and

with the same rhythm, without effort, with the same leg forward,

Frou-Frou fell back into her pace again.

"Bravo, Vronsky!" he heard shouts from a knot of men-he knew they

were his friends in the regiment-who were standing at the

obstacle. He could not fail to recognize Yashvin's voice though

he did not see him.