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Anna Karenina

‘You know,’ she said, and at the same instant, unable to
restrain herself any longer, she burst into sobs.
‘Cast me off!’ she articulated between her sobs. ‘I’ll go
away tomorrow...I’ll do more. What am I? An immoral

woman! A stone round your neck. I don’t want to make
you wretched, I don’t want to! I’ll set you free. You don’t
love me; you love someone else!’
Vronsky besought her to be calm, and declared that
there was no trace of foundation for her jealousy; that he
had never ceased, and never would cease, to love her; that
he loved her more than ever.
‘Anna, why distress yourself and me so?’ he said to her,
kissing her hands. There was tenderness now in his face,
and she fancied she caught the sound of tears in his voice,
and she felt them wet on her hand. And instantly Anna’s
despairing jealousy changed to a despairing passion of
tenderness. She put her arms round him, and covered with
kisses his head, his neck, his hands.

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