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Chapter 20
 (continued)"In the first place it's never so; and secondly, if it were, what
 difference would it make to me?" "Are you coming to this ball?" asked Kitty. "I imagine it won't be possible to avoid going.  Here, take it,"
 she said to Tanya, who was bulling the loosely-fitting ring off
 her white, slender-tipped finger. "I shall be so glad if you go.  I should so like to see you at a
 ball." "Anyway, if I do go, I shall comfort myself with the thought that
 it's a pleasure to you...Grisha, don't pull my hair.  It's untidy
 enough without that," she said, putting up a straying lock, which
 Grisha had been playing with. "I imagine you at the ball in lilac." "And why in lilac precisely?" asked Anna, smiling.  "Now,
 children, run along, run along.  Do you hear?  Miss Hoole is
 calling you to tea," she said, tearing the children form her, and
 sending them off to the dining room. "I know why you press me to come to the ball.  You expect a great
 deal of this ball, and you want everyone to be there to take part
 in it." "How do you know?  Yes." "Oh! what a happy time you are at," pursued Anna.  "I remember,
 and I know that blue haze like the mist on the mountains in
 Switzerland.  That mist which covers everything in that blissful
 time when childhood is just ending, and out of that vast circle,
 happy and gay, there is a path growing narrower and narrower, and
 it is delightful and alarming to enter the ballroom, bright and
 splendid as it is....  Who has not been through it?" Kitty smiled without speaking.  "But how did she go through it?
 How I should like to know all her love story!" thought Kitty,
 recalling the unromantic appearance of Alexey Alexandrovitch, her
 husband. |