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A grotesque-looking lady wearing a bustle (Anna mentally undressed the woman, and was appalled at her hideousness), and a little girl laughing affectedly ran down the platform.

"Katerina Andreevna, she's got them all, _ma tante!_" cried the girl.

"Even the child's hideous and affected," thought Anna.

To avoid seeing anyone, she got up quickly and seated herself at the opposite window of the empty carriage.

A misshapen-looking peasant covered with dirt, in a cap from which his tangled hair stuck out all round, passed by that window, stooping down to the carriage wheels.

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