1 About Anna, Stepan Arkadyevitch said, pausing for a brief space, and shaking off the unpleasant impression.
2 Levin was silent for a space, then he scanned her pale and distressed face, and suddenly he clutched at his head.
3 The conversation touched for a brief space on politics and on how recent events were looked at in the higher spheres in Petersburg.
4 "I want nothing, nothing but this happiness," he thought, staring at the bone button of the bell in the space between the windows, and picturing to himself Anna just as he had seen her last time.
5 The point was that in the lodge that was being built the carpenter had spoiled the staircase, fitting it together without calculating the space it was to fill, so that the steps were all sloping when it was put in place.
6 And exactly at the moment when the space between the wheels came opposite her, she dropped the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the carriage, and lightly, as though she would rise again at once, dropped on to her knees.
7 Holding herself extremely erect, as always, looking straight before her, and moving with her swift, resolute, and light step, that distinguished her from all other society women, she crossed the short space to her hostess, shook hands with her, smiled, and with the same smile looked around at Vronsky.