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Anna Karenina

he might smoke, ‘just so as to be able to smoke’—and
glancing at Levin, instead of asking whether he would
smoke, she pulled closer a tortoise-shell cigar-case and
took a cigarette.

‘How are you feeling today?’ her brother asked her.
‘Oh, nothing. Nerves, as usual.’
‘Yes, isn’t it extraordinarily fine?’ said Stepan
Arkadyevitch, noticing that Levin was scrutinizing the
picture.
‘I have never seen a better portrait.’
‘And extraordinarily like, isn’t it?’ said Vorkuev.
Levin looked from the portrait to the original. A
peculiar brilliance lighted up Anna’s face when she felt his
eyes on her. Levin flushed, and to cover his confusion
would have asked whether she had seen Darya
Alexandrovna lately; but at that moment Anna spoke. ‘We
were just talking, Ivan Petrovitch and I, of Vashtchenkov’s
last pictures. Have you seen them?’
‘Yes, I have seen them,’ answered Levin.
‘But, I beg your pardon, I interrupted you...you were
saying?..’
Levin asked if she had seen Dolly lately.

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