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Anna Karenina

‘But tell me one thing: was there in his tone anything
unseemly, not nice, humiliatingly horrible?’ he said,
standing before her again in the same position with his
clenched fists on his chest, as he had stood before her that

night.
‘Yes,’ she said in a shaking voice; ‘but, Kostya, surely
you see I’m not to blame? All the morning I’ve been
trying to take a tone...but such people ...Why did he
come? How happy we were!’ she said, breathless with the
sobs that shook her.
Although nothing had been pursuing them, and there
was nothing to run away from, and they could not
possibly have found anything very delightful on that
garden seat, the gardener saw with astonishment that they
passed him on their way home with comforted and radiant
faces.

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