She had assured herself more than once during those last few days, and again a moment ago, that Vronsky in relation to her was only one of the hundreds of everlastingly identical young men she met everywhere, and that she would never allow herself to give him a thought; yet now, at the first moment of seeing him again, she was seized by a feeling of joyful pride.
Hasta entonces Ana se había repetido que Vronsky era uno de los muchos jóvenes, eternamente iguales, que se encuentran en todas partes, y se había prometido no pensar en él. Y he aquí que ahora se sentía poseída por un alegre sentimiento de orgullo.