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Anna Karenina

humbug? Simply to conceal that we all hate each other
like these cab drivers who are abusing each other so
angrily. Yashvin says, ‘He wants to strip me of my shirt,
and I him of his.’ Yes, that’s the truth!’

She was plunged in these thoughts, which so engrossed
her that she left off thinking of her own position, when
the carriage drew up at the steps of her house. It was only
when she saw the porter running out to meet her that she
remembered she had sent the note and the telegram
‘Is there an answer?’ she inquired.
‘I’ll see this minute,’ answered the porter, and glancing
into his room, he took out and gave her the thin square
envelope of a telegram. ‘I can’t come before ten
o’clock.—Vronsky,’ she read.
‘And hasn’t the messenger come back?’
‘No,’ answered the porter.
‘Then, since it’s so, I know what I must do,’ she said,
and feeling a vague fury and craving for revenge rising up
within her, she ran upstairs. ‘I’ll go to him myself. Before
going away forever, I’ll tell him all. Never have I hated
anyone as I hate that man!’ she thought. Seeing his hat on
the rack, she shuddered with aversion. She did not
consider that his telegram was an answer to her telegram
and that he had not yet received her note. She pictured

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