Having just gotten back from a very long car trip, I thought I'd propose a few fun things to do to pass the time.



Vronsky knew them, and knew that Anna was acquainted with them.

Madame Kartasova, a thin little woman, was standing up in her box, and, her back turned upon Anna, she was putting on a mantle that her husband was holding for her.

Her face was pale and angry, and she was talking excitedly.

Kartasov, a fat, bald man, was continually looking round at Anna, while he attempted to soothe his wife.

When the wife had gone out, the husband lingered a long while, and tried to catch Anna's eye, obviously anxious to bow to her.

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