"I am delighted!" He heard suddenly near him a voice,

unmistakably addressing him, the voice of the very woman he had

been admiring in the portrait. Anna had come from behind the

treillage to meet him, and Levin saw in the dim light of the

study the very woman of the portrait, in a dark blue shot gown,

not in the same position nor with the same expression, but with

the same perfection of beauty which the artist had caught in the

portrait. She was less dazzling in reality, but, on the other

hand, there was something fresh and seductive in the living woman

which was not in the portrait.




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