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Anna Karenina

Vronsky was eating his beefsteak when she came into
the dining- room.
‘You wouldn’t believe how distasteful these rooms
have become to me,’ she said, sitting down beside him to

her coffee. ‘There’s nothing more awful than these
chambres garnies. There’s no individuality in them, no
soul. These clocks, and curtains, and, worst of all, the
wallpapers—they’re a nightmare. I think of
Vozdvizhenskoe as the promised land. You’re not sending
the horses off yet?’
‘No, they will come after us. Where are you going to?’
‘I wanted to go to Wilson’s to take some dresses to her.
So it’s really to be tomorrow?’ she said in a cheerful voice;
but suddenly her face changed.
Vronsky’s valet came in to ask him to sign a receipt for
a telegram from Petersburg. There was nothing out of the
way in Vronsky’s getting a telegram, but he said, as though
anxious to conceal something from her, that the receipt
was in his study, and he turned hurriedly to her.
‘By tomorrow, without fail, I will finish it all.’
‘From whom is the telegram?’ she asked, not hearing
him.
‘From Stiva,’ he answered reluctantly.

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