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Alexey Alexandrovitch paused while there was talking about him,

but he began again directly.

"I admit that manly sports do not...." he was continuing.

But at that moment the racers started, and all conversation

ceased. Alexey Alexandrovitch too was silent, and everyone stood

up and turned towards the stream. Alexey Alexandrovitch took no

interest in the race, and so he did not watch the racers, but

fell listlessly to scanning the spectators with his weary eyes.

His eyes rested upon Anna.

Her face was white and set. She was obviously seeing nothing and

no one but one man. Her hand had convulsively clutched her fan,

and she held her breath. He looked at her and hastily turned

away, scrutinizing other faces.