Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART TWO CHAPTER 19
“Ah! yes,” he said, to the announcement that Vronsky had been at the Tverskoys’;
and his black eyes shining, he plucked at his left mustache, and began twisting it
into his mouth, a bad habit he had.
“Well, and what did you do yesterday? Win anything?” asked Vronsky.
“Eight thousand. But three don’t count; he won’t pay up.”
“Oh, then you can afford to lose over me,” said Vronsky, laughing. (Yashvin had
bet heavily on Vronsky in the races.)
“No chance of my losing. Mahotin’s the only one that’s risky.”
And the conversation passed to forecasts of the coming race, the only thing Vronsky
could think of just now.
“Come along, I’ve finished,” said Vronsky, and getting up he went to the door.
Yashvin got up too, stretching his long legs and his long back.
“It’s too early for me to dine, but I must have a drink. I’ll come along directly. Hi,
wine!” he shouted, in his rich voice, that always rang out so loudly at drill, and set
the windows shaking now.
“No, all right,” he shouted again immediately after. “You’re going home, so I’ll go
with you.”
And he walked out with Vronsky.
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