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Anna Karenina

jealous of me! If he knew that I think no more of them
than of Piotr the cook,’ she thought, looking at his head
and red neck with a feeling of possession strange to herself.
‘Though it’s a pity to take him from his work (but he has

plenty of time!), I must look at his face; will he feel I’m
looking at him? I wish he’d turn round...I’ll WILL him
to!’ and she opened her eyes wide, as though to intensify
the influence of her gaze.
‘Yes, they draw away all the sap and give a false
appearance of prosperity,’ he muttered, stopping to write,
and, feeling that she was looking at him and smiling, he
looked round.
‘Well?’ he queried, smiling, and getting up.
‘He looked round,’ she thought.
‘It’s nothing; I wanted you to look round,’ she said,
watching him, and trying to guess whether he was vexed
at being interrupted or not.
‘How happy we are alone together!—I am, that is,’ he
said, going up to her with a radiant smile of happiness.
‘I’m just as happy. I’ll never go anywhere, especially
not to Moscow.’
‘And what were you thinking about?’

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