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Anna Karenina

that I’m suffering.’ She went up, sat down beside Dolly,
and with a guilty look, peeped into her face and took her
hand.
‘What are you thinking? What are you thinking about

me? Don’t despise me. I don’t deserve contempt. I’m
simply unhappy. If anyone is unhappy, I am,’ she
articulated, and turning away, she burst into tears.
Left alone, Darya Alexandrovna said her prayers and
went to bed. She had felt for Anna with all her heart while
she was speaking to her, but now she could not force
herself to think of her. The memories of home and of her
children rose up in her imagination with a peculiar charm
quite new to her, with a sort of new brilliance. That world
of her own seemed to her now so sweet and precious that
she would not on any account spend an extra day outside
it, and she made up her mind that she would certainly go
back next day.
Anna meantime went back to her boudoir, took a wine
glass and dropped into it several drops of a medicine, of
which the principal ingredient was morphine. After
drinking it off and sitting still a little while, she went into
her bedroom in a soothed and more cheerful frame of
mind.

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