"Tonight, at one o'clock," she whispered, and, with a heavy sigh, she walked with her light, swift step to meet her son.
Seryozha had been caught by the rain in the big garden, and he and his nurse had taken shelter in an arbor.
"Well, _au revoir_," she said to Vronsky.
" I must soon be getting ready for the races.
Betsy promised to fetch me.

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