She did not stir, but thrusting her nose into the ground, she simply gazed at her master with her speaking eyes.

"A--a--a!" groaned Vronsky, clutching at his head.

" Ah! what have I done!" he cried.

" The race lost! And my fault! shameful, unpardonable! And the poor darling, ruined mare! Ah! what have I done!" A crowd of men, a doctor and his assistant, the officers of his regiment, ran up to him.