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Anna Karenina

‘Yes, and I repeat that the man who reproaches me
with having sacrificed everything for me,’ she said,
recalling the words of a still earlier quarrel, ‘that he’s worse
than a dishonorable man— he’s a heartless man.’

‘Oh, there are limits to endurance!’ he cried, and
hastily let go her hand.
‘He hates me, that’s clear,’ she thought, and in silence,
without looking round, she walked with faltering steps out
of the room. ‘He loves another woman, that’s even
clearer,’ she said to herself as she went into her own room.
‘I want love, and there is none. So, then, all is over.’ She
repeated the words she had said, ‘and it must be ended.’
‘But how?’ she asked herself, and she sat down in a low
chair before the looking glass.
Thoughts of where she would go now, whether to the
aunt who had brought her up, to Dolly, or simply alone
abroad, and of what he was doing now alone in his study;
whether this was the final quarrel, or whether
reconciliation were still possible; and of what all her old
friends at Petersburg would say of her now; and of how
Alexey Alexandrovitch would look at it, and many other
ideas of what would happen now after this rupture, came
into her head; but she did not give herself up to them with
all her heart. At the bottom of her heart was some obscure

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