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It seemed to her that his big, terrible eyes, which persistently

pursued her, expressed a feeling of hatred and contempt, and she

tried to avoid meeting him.

Chapter 31

It was a wet day; it had been raining all the morning, and the

invalids, with their parasols, had flocked into the arcades.

Kitty was walking there with her mother and the Moscow colonel,

smart and jaunty in his European coat, bought ready-made at

Frankfort. They were walking on one side of the arcade, trying to

avoid Levin, who was walking on the other side. Varenka, in her

dark dress, in a black hat with a turn-down brim, was walking up

and down the whole length of the arcade with a blind Frenchwoman,

and, every time she met Kitty, they exchanged friendly glances.

"Mamma, couldn't I speak to her?" said Kitty, watching her

unknown friend, and noticing that she was going up to the spring,

and that they might come there together.