She quickened her pace and walked away from them to the edge of the platform.

A luggage train was coming in.

The platform began to sway, and she fancied she was in the train again.

And all at once she thought of the man crushed by the train the day she had first met Vronsky, and she knew what she had to do.

With a rapid, light step she went down the steps that led from the tank to the rails and stopped quite near the approaching train.