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"Waiter, sherry!" said Vronsky, without replying, and moving the

book to the other side of him, he went on reading.

The plump officer took up the list of wines and turned to the

young officer.

"You choose what we're to drink," he said, handing him the card,

and looking at him.

"Rhine wine, please," said the young officer, stealing a timid

glance at Vronsky, and trying to pull his scarcely visible

mustache. Seeing that Vronsky did not turn round, the young

officer got up.

"Let's go into the billiard room," he said.

The plump officer rose submissively, and they moved towards the

door.

At that moment there walked into the room the tall and well-built

Captain Yashvin. Nodding with an air of lofty contempt to the two

officers, he went up to Vronsky.

"Ah! here he is!" he cried, bringing his big hand down heavily on

his epaulet. Vronsky looked round angrily, but his face lighted

up immediately with his characteristic expression of genial and

manly serenity.