The mare's excitement had infected Vronsky.
He felt that his heart was throbbing, and that he, too, like the mare, longed to move, to bite; it was both dreadful and delicious.
"Well, I rely on you, then," he said to the Englishman; "half-past six on the ground.
" "All right," said the Englishman.
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