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Anna Karenina

‘Must decide, and I have decided,’ she said, and she
would have gone away, but at that moment Yashvin
walked into the room. Anna greeted him and remained.
Why, when there was a tempest in her soul, and she

felt she was standing at a turning point in her life, which
might have fearful consequences—why, at that minute,
she had to keep up appearances before an outsider, who
sooner or later must know it all—she did not know. But at
once quelling the storm within her, she sat down and
began talking to their guest.
‘Well, how are you getting on? Has your debt been
paid you?’ she asked Yashvin.
‘Oh, pretty fair; I fancy I shan’t get it all, but I shall get
a good half. And when are you off?’ said Yashvin, looking
at Vronsky, and unmistakably guessing at a quarrel.
‘The day after tomorrow, I think,’ said Vronsky.
‘You’ve been meaning to go so long, though.’
‘But now it’s quite decided,’ said Anna, looking
Vronsky straight in the face with a look which told him
not to dream of the possibility of reconciliation.
‘Don’t you feel sorry for that unlucky Pyevtsov?’ she
went on, talking to Yashvin.
‘I’ve never asked myself the question, Anna
Arkadyevna, whether I’m sorry for him or not. You see,

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