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Anna Karenina

broken down as I am, but most likely just as she always
was, bright, clever, open to every impression,’ thought
Darya Alexandrovna,—and a sly smile curved her lips, for,
as she pondered on Anna’s love affair, Darya Alexandrovna

constructed on parallel lines an almost identical love affair
for herself, with an imaginary composite figure, the ideal
man who was in love with her. She, like Anna, confessed
the whole affair to her husband. And the amazement and
perplexity of Stepan Arkadyevitch at this avowal made her
smile.
In such daydreams she reached the turning of the
highroad that led to Vozdvizhenskoe.

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