What she was saying was too important to her.

"And the something turned round, and I saw it was a peasant with a disheveled beard, little, and dreadful looking.

I wanted to run away, but he bent down over a sack, and was fumbling there with his hands..." She showed how he had moved his hands.

There was terror in her face.

And Vronsky, remembering his dream, felt the same terror filling his soul.

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