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Anna Karenina

we need not consider. Why are we living here apart and
not seeing each other? Why can’t I go? I love you, and I
don’t care for anything,’ she said in Russian, glancing at
him with a peculiar gleam in her eyes that he could not

understand. ‘If you have not changed to me, why don’t
you look at me?’
He looked at her. He saw all the beauty of her face and
full dress, always so becoming to her. But now her beauty
and elegance were just what irritated him.
‘My feeling cannot change, you know, but I beg you, I
entreat you,’ he said again in French, with a note of tender
supplication in his voice, but with coldness in his eyes.
She did not hear his words, but she saw the coldness of
his eyes, and answered with irritation:
‘And I beg you to explain why I should not go.’
‘Because it might cause you...’ he hesitated.
‘I don’t understand. Yashvin n’est pas compromettant,
and Princess Varvara is no worse than others. Oh, here she
is!’

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