Anna Karenina - LimpidSoft

PART EIGHT CHAPTER 17
And though he thought at once how senseless was his prayer that they should not
have been killed by the oak which had fallen now, he repeated it, knowing that he
could do nothing better than utter this senseless prayer.
Running up to the place where they usually went, he did not find them there.
They were at the other end of the copse under an old lime-tree; they were calling
him. Two figures in dark dresses (they had been light summer dresses when they
started out) were standing bending over something. It was Kitty with the nurse.
The rain was already ceasing, and it was beginning to get light when Levin reached
them. The nurse was not wet on the lower part of her dress, but Kitty was drenched
through, and her soaked clothes clung to her. Though the rain was over, they still
stood in the same position in which they had been standing when the storm broke.
Both stood bending over a perambulator with a green umbrella.
“Alive? Unhurt? Thank God!” he said, splashing with his soaked boots through
the standing water and running up to them.
Kitty’s rosy wet face was turned towards him, and she smiled timidly under her
shapeless sopped hat.
“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? I can’t think how you can be so reckless!” he
said angrily to his wife.
“It wasn’t my fault, really. We were just meaning to go, when he made such a
to-do that we had to change him. We were just...” Kitty began defending herself.
Mitya was unharmed, dry, and still fast asleep.
“Well, thank God! I don’t know what I’m saying!”
They gathered up the baby’s wet belongings; the nurse picked up the baby and
carried it. Levin walked beside his wife, and, penitent for having been angry, he
squeezed her hand when the nurse was not looking.
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