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As Serpuhovskoy came down the steps he saw Vronsky. A smile of

pleasure lighted up his face. He tossed his head upwards and

waved the glass in his hand, greeting Vronsky, and showing him by

the gesture that he could not come to him before the

quartermaster, who stood craning forward his lips ready to be

kissed.

"Here he is!" shouted the colonel. "Yashvin told me you were in

one of your gloomy tempers."

Serpuhovskoy kissed the moist, fresh lips of the gallant-looking

quartermaster, and wiping his mouth with his handkerchief, went

up to Vronsky.

"How glad I am!" he said, squeezing his hand and drawing him on

one side.

"You look after him," the colonel shouted to Yashvin, pointing to

Vronsky; and he went down below to the soldiers.

"Why weren't you at the races yesterday? I expected to see you

there," said Vronsky, scrutinizing Serpuhovskoy.