Some supernatural force drew Kitty's eyes to Anna's face.

She was fascinating in her simple black dress, fascinating were her round arms with their bracelets, fascinating was her firm neck with its thread of pearls, fascinating the straying curls of her loose hair, fascinating the graceful, light movements of her little feet and hands, fascinating was that lovely face in its eagerness, but there was something terrible and cruel in her fascination.

Kitty admired her more than ever, and more and more acute was her suffering.

Kitty felt overwhelmed, and her face showed it.

When Vronsky saw her, coming across her in the mazurka, he did not at once recognize her, she was so changed.