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Anna Karenina


                                     ‘No,’ she said, irritated by his so obviously showing by
                                  this change of subject that he was irritated, ‘why did you
                                  suppose that this news would affect me so, that you must
                                  even try to hide it? I said I don’t want to consider it, and I

                                  should have liked you to care as little about it as I do.’
                                     ‘I care about it because I like definiteness,’ he said.
                                     ‘Definiteness is not in the form but the love,’ she said,
                                  more and more irritated, not by his words, but by the tone
                                  of cool composure in which he spoke. ‘What do you want
                                  it for?’
                                     ‘My God! love again,’ he thought, frowning.
                                     ‘Oh, you know what for;  for your sake and your
                                  children’s in the future.’
                                     ‘There won’t be children in the future.’
                                     ‘That’s a great pity,’ he said.
                                     ‘You want it for the children’s sake, but you don’t
                                  think of me?’ she said, quite forgetting or not having heard
                                  that he had said, ‘for your sake and the children’s.’
                                     The question of the possibility of having children had
                                  long been a subject of dispute and irritation to her. His
                                  desire to have children she interpreted as a proof he did
                                  not prize her beauty.
                                     ‘Oh, I said: for your sake. Above all for your sake,’ he
                                  repeated, frowning as though in pain, ‘because I am



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