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Anna Karenina

when the crowd of children flew with shrieks of delight to
meet them.
Behind the children Sergey Ivanovitch and Varenka
walked out of the wood. Kitty had no need to ask

Varenka; she saw from the calm and somewhat crestfallen
faces of both that her plans had not come off.
‘Well?’ her husband questioned her as they were going
home again.
‘It doesn’t bite,’ said Kitty, her smile and manner of
speaking recalling her father, a likeness Levin often noticed
with pleasure.
‘How doesn’t bite?’
‘I’ll show you,’ she said, taking her husband’s hand,
lifting it to her mouth, and just faintly brushing it with
closed lips. ‘Like a kiss on a priest’s hand.’
‘Which didn’t it bite with?’ he said, laughing.
‘Both. But it should have been like this..’
‘There are some peasants coming..’
‘Oh, they didn’t see.’

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