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Anna Karenina

‘What do you want to talk of it for?’ Kitty said with
annoyance. ‘I never think about it, and I don’t want to
think of it.... And I don’t want to think of it,’ she said,
catching the sound of her husband’s well-known step on

the steps of the terrace.
‘What’s that you don’t want to think about?’ inquired
Levin, coming onto the terrace.
But no one answered him, and he did not repeat the
question.
‘I’m sorry I’ve broken in on your feminine parliament,’
he said, looking round on every one discontentedly, and
perceiving that they had been talking of something which
they would not talk about before him.
For a second he felt that he was sharing the feeling of
Agafea Mihalovna, vexation at their making jam without
water, and altogether at the outside Shtcherbatsky
element. He smiled, however, and went up to Kitty.
‘Well, how are you?’ he asked her, looking at her with
the expression with which everyone looked at her now.
‘Oh, very well,’ said Kitty, smiling, ‘and how have
things gone with you?’
‘The wagons held three times as much as the old carts
did. Well, are we going for the children? I’ve ordered the
horses to be put in.’

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