The only thing Kitty could reproach herself with when that visit was over was that for an instant, on recognizing Vronsky's once so familiar figure in his civilian clothes, she grew breathless, the blood rushed to her heart, and she felt a deep flush suffusing her face.
In quell’incontro, Kitty poté soltanto rimproverarsi che, per un attimo, quando riconobbe nell’abito borghese i tratti a lei un tempo così noti, le venne meno il respiro, il sangue le affluì al cuore, e un colorito vivace, lo sentì, le apparve sul viso.