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"That's it, Alexey," said the captain, in his loud baritone. "You

must just eat a mouthful, now, and drink only one tiny glass."

"Oh, I'm not hungry."

"There go the inseparables," Yashvin dropped, glancing

sarcastically at the two officers who were at that instant

leaving the room. And he bent his long legs, swathed in tight

riding breeches, and sat down in the chair, too low for him, so

that his knees were cramped up in a sharp angle.

"Why didn't you turn up at the Red Theater yesterday? Numerova

wasn't at all bad. Where were you?"

"I was late at the Tverskoys'," said Vronsky.

"Ah!" responded Yashvin.