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Anna Karenina


                                  infidelity, I regarded it as  impossible, and then— try to
                                  imagine it—with such ideas, to find out suddenly all the
                                  horror, all the loathsomeness.... You must try and
                                  understand me. To be fully convinced of one’s happiness,

                                  and all at once...’ continued Dolly, holding back her sobs,
                                  ‘to get a letter...his letter to his mistress, my governess.
                                  No, it’s too awful!’ She hastily pulled out her handkerchief
                                  and hid her face in it. ‘I can understand being carried away
                                  by feeling,’ she went on after a brief silence, ‘but
                                  deliberately, slyly deceiving me...and with whom?... To go
                                  on being my husband together with her...it’s awful! You
                                  can’t understand..’
                                     ‘Oh, yes, I understand! I understand! Dolly, dearest, I
                                  do understand,’ said Anna, pressing her hand.
                                     ‘And do you imagine he realizes all the awfulness of my
                                  position?’ Dolly resumed. ‘Not the slightest! He’s happy
                                  and contented.’
                                     ‘Oh, no!’ Anna interposed quickly. ‘He’s to be pitied,
                                  he’s weighed down by remorse..’
                                     ‘Is he capable of remorse?’ Dolly interrupted, gazing
                                  intently into her sister-in-law’s face.
                                     ‘Yes. I know him. I could not look at him without
                                  feeling sorry for him. We both know him. He’s good-
                                  hearted, but he’s proud, and now he’s so humiliated. What



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