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Anna Karenina

After sending off the telegram, she went to dress. When
she was dressed and in her hat, she glanced again into the
eyes of the plump, comfortable-looking Annushka. There
was unmistakable sympathy in those good-natured little

gray eyes.
‘Annushka, dear, what am I to do?’ said Anna, sobbing
and sinking helplessly into a chair.
‘Why fret yourself so, Anna Arkadyevna? Why, there’s
nothing out of the way. You drive out a little, and it’ll
cheer you up,’ said the maid.
‘Yes, I’m going,’ said Anna, rousing herself and getting
up. ‘And if there’s a telegram while I’m away, send it on
to Darya Alexandrovna’s...but no, I shall be back myself.’
‘Yes, I mustn’t think, I must do something, drive
somewhere, and most of all, get out of this house,’ she
said, feeling with terror the strange turmoil going on in
her own heart, and she made haste to go out and get into
the carriage.
‘Where to?’ asked Pyotr before getting onto the bow
‘To Znamenka, the Oblonskys’.’

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