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Anna Karenina

despair poisoned the wounds of her tortured, fearfully
throbbing heart. As she sat on the star-shaped sofa waiting
for the train, she gazed with aversion at the people coming
and going (they were all hateful to her), and thought how

she would arrive at the station, would write him a note,
and what she would write to him, and how he was at this
moment complaining to his mother of his position, not
understanding her sufferings, and how she would go into
the room, and what she would say to him. Then she
thought that life might still be happy, and how miserably
she loved and hated him, and how fearfully her heart was
beating.

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