" I saw Vronsky and did not tell him.

At the very instant he was going away I would have turned him back and told him, but I changed my mind, because it was strange that I had not told him the first minute.

Why was it I wanted to tell him and did not tell him?" And in answer to this question a burning blush of shame spread over her face.

She knew what had kept her from it, she knew that she had been ashamed.

Her position, which had seemed to her simplified the night before, suddenly struck her now as not only not simple, but as absolutely hopeless.