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The old prince and Sergey Ivanovitch got into the trap and drove off; the rest of the party hastened homewards on foot. 17 Philip Rivers 2004 2019 signature thank you for the memories shirt. But the storm-clouds, turning white and then black, moved down so quickly that they had to quicken their pace to get home before the rain.
17 Philip Rivers 2004 2019 signature thank you for the memories shirt
The foremost clouds, lowering and black as soot-laden smoke, rushed with extraordinary swiftness over the sky. They were still two hundred paces from home and a gust of wind had already blown up, and every second the downpour might be looked for. 17 Philip Rivers 2004 2019 signature thank you for the memories shirt. The children ran ahead with frightened and gleeful shrieks. Darya Alexandrovna, struggling painfully with her skirts that clung round her legs, was not walking, but running, her eyes fixed on the children. The men of the party, holding their hats on, strode with long steps beside her. They were just at the steps when a big drop fell splashing on the edge of the iron guttering. The children and their elders after them ran into the shelter of the house, talking merrily. “Katerina Alexandrovna?” Levin asked of Agafea Mihalovna, who met them with kerchiefs and rugs in the hall. “We thought she was with you,” she said.
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“And Mitya?” “In the copse, he must be, and the nurse with him.” Levin snatched up the rugs and ran towards the copse. In that brief interval of time the storm clouds had moved on, covering the sun so completely that it was dark as an eclipse. Stubbornly, as though insisting on its rights, the wind stopped Levin, and tearing the leaves and flowers off the lime trees and stripping the white birch branches into strange unseemly nakedness, it twisted everything on one side–acacias, flowers, burdocks, long grass, and tall tree-tops. The peasant girls working in the garden ran shrieking into shelter in the servants’ quarters. The streaming rain had already flung its white veil over all the distant forest and half the fields close by, and was rapidly swooping down upon the copse. The wet of the rain spurting up in tiny drops could be smelt in the air.