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Anna Karenina


                                     But Levin did not hear her. Flushing, he took the letter
                                  from Marya Nikolaevna, his brother’s former mistress, and
                                  began to read it. This was the second letter he had
                                  received from Marya Nikolaevna. In the first letter, Marya

                                  Nikolaevna wrote that his brother had sent her away for
                                  no fault of hers, and, with touching simplicity, added that
                                  though she was in want again, she asked for nothing, and
                                  wished for nothing, but was only tormented by the
                                  thought that Nikolay Dmitrievitch would come to grief
                                  without her, owing to the weak state of his health, and
                                  begged his brother to look after him. Now she wrote
                                  quite differently. She had found Nikolay Dmitrievitch,
                                  had again made it up with him in Moscow, and had
                                  moved with him to a provincial town, where he had
                                  received a post in the government service. But that he had
                                  quarreled with the head official, and was on his way back
                                  to Moscow, only he had been taken so ill on the road that
                                  it was doubtful if he would ever leave his bed again, she
                                  wrote. ‘It’s always of you he has talked, and, besides, he
                                  has no more money left.’
                                     ‘Read this; Dolly writes about you,’ Kitty was
                                  beginning, with a smile; but she stopped suddenly,
                                  noticing the changed expression on her husband’s face.
                                     ‘What is it? What’s the matter?’



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