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Anna Karenina

‘I don’t care in the least what your mother thinks, and
what match she wants to make for you,’ she said, putting
the cup down with a shaking hand.
‘But we are not talking about that.’

‘Yes, that’s just what we are talking about. And let me
tell you that a heartless woman, whether she’s old or not
old, your mother or anyone else, is of no consequence to
me, and I would not consent to know her.’
‘Anna, I beg you not to speak disrespectfully of my
mother.’
‘A woman whose heart does not tell her where her
son’s happiness and honor lie has no heart.’
‘I repeat my request that you will not speak
disrespectfully of my mother, whom I respect,’ he said,
raising his voice and looking sternly at her
She did not answer. Looking intently at him, at his
face, his hands, she recalled all the details of their
reconciliation the previous day, and his passionate caresses.
‘There, just such caresses he has lavished, and will lavish,
and longs to lavish on other women!’ she thought.
‘You don’t love your mother. That’s all talk, and talk,
and talk!’ she said, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.
‘Even if so, you must..’

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