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`We didn't catch the Count. The Count had driven off on the Nizhny-Novgorod line.'
`What do you say? What!...' she said to the rosy, good-humored Mikhail, as he handed her back her note.
`Why, then, he has never received it!' she thought.
`Go with this note to Countess Vronsky's place in the country - do you know where it is? And bring an answer back immediately,' she said to the messenger.
`And I - what am I going to do?' she thought. `Yes, I'm going to Dolly's - that's best, or else I shall go out of my mind. Yes, and I can telegraph, too.' And she wrote a telegram:
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After sending off the telegram, she went to dress. When she was dressed and in her hat, she glanced again into the eyes of the plump, comfortable-looking Annushka. There was unmistakable sympathy in those good-natured little gray eyes.
`Annushka, dear, what am I to do?' said Anna, sobbing and sinking helplessly into a chair.
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`Yes, I'm going,' said Anna, rousing herself and getting up. `And if there's a telegram while I'm away, send it on to Darya Alexandrovna's.... But no, I shall be back myself.'
`Yes, I mustn't think; I must do something, drive somewhere, and, most of all, get out of this house,' she said, feeling with terror the strange turmoil going on in her own heart, and she made haste to go out, and get into the carriage.
`Where to?' asked Piotr before getting on the box.
`The Znamenka - the Oblonskys'.'
? Leo Tolstoy