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To Vronsky, at any rate, it seemed that she understood all he

felt at that moment, looking at her.

Directly Vronsky went towards her, she drew in a deep breath,

and, turning back her prominent eye till the white looked

bloodshot, she started at the approaching figures from the

opposite side, shaking her muzzle, and shifting lightly from one

leg to the other.

"There, you see how fidgety she is," said the Englishman.

"There, darling! There!" said Vronsky, going up to the mare and

speaking soothingly to her.