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Anna Karenina

conversation, Levin was all the time admiring her— her
beauty, her intelligence, her culture, and at the same time
her directness and genuine depth of feeling. He listened
and talked, and all the while he was thinking of her inner

life, trying to divine her feelings. And though he had
judged her so severely hitherto, now by some strange
chain of reasoning he was justifying her and was also sorry
for her, and afraid that Vronsky did not fully understand
her. At eleven o’clock, when Stepan Arkadyevitch got up
to go (Vorkuev had left earlier), it seemed to Levin that he
had only just come. Regretfully Levin too rose.
‘Good-bye,’ she said, holding his hand and glancing
into his face with a winning look. ‘I am very glad que la
glace est rompue.’
She dropped his hand, and half closed her eyes.
‘Tell your wife that I love her as before, and that if she
cannot pardon me my position, then my wish for her is
that she may never pardon it. To pardon it, one must go
through what I have gone through, and may God spare
her that.’
‘Certainly, yes, I will tell her...’ Levin said, blushing.

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