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Anna Karenina

‘Well! how is he?’ she turned to her husband and then
to her.
‘But one can’t go on talking in the passage like this!’
Levin said, looking angrily at a gentleman who walked

jauntily at that instant across the corridor, as though about
his affairs.
‘Well then, come in,’ said Kitty, turning to Marya
Nikolaevna, who had recovered herself, but noticing her
husband’s face of dismay, ‘or go on; go, and then come for
me,’ she said, and went back into the room.
Levin went to his brother’s room. He had not in the
least expected what he saw and felt in his brother’s room.
He had expected to find him in the same state of self-
deception which he had heard was so frequent with the
consumptive, and which had struck him so much during
his brother’s visit in the autumn. He had expected to find
the physical signs of the approach of death more marked—
greater weakness, greater emaciation, but still almost the
same condition of things. He had expected himself to feel
the same distress at the loss of the brother he loved and the
same horror in face of death as he had felt then, only in a
greater degree. And he had prepared himself for this; but
he found something utterly different.

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