" "No, I'll go in from the garden.
" And feeling satisfied that she was alone, and wanting to take her by surprise, since he had not promised to be there today, and she would certainly not expect him to come before the races, he walked, holding his sword and stepping cautiously over the sandy path, bordered with flowers, to the terrace that looked out upon the garden.
Vronsky forgot now all that he had thought on the way of the hardships and difficulties of their position.
He thought of nothing but that he would see her directly, not in imagination, but living, all of her, as she was in reality.

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