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Anna Karenina

The baby was taken out of the bath, drenched with
water, wrapped in towels, dried, and after a piercing
scream, handed to his mother.
‘Well, I am glad you are beginning to love him,’ said

Kitty to her husband, when she had settled herself
comfortably in her usual place, with the baby at her breast.
‘I am so glad! It had begun to distress me. You said you
had no feeling for him.’
‘No; did I say that? I only said I was disappointed.’
‘What! disappointed in him?’
‘Not disappointed in him, but in my own feeling; I had
expected more. I had expected a rush of new delightful
emotion to come as a surprise. And then instead of that—
disgust, pity..’
She listened attentively, looking at him over the baby,
while she put back on her slender fingers the rings she had
taken off while giving Mitya his bath.
‘And most of all, at there being far more apprehension
and pity than pleasure. Today, after that fright during the
storm, I understand how I love him.’
Kitty’s smile was radiant.
‘Were you very much frightened?’ she said. ‘So was I
too, but I feel it more now that it’s over. I’m going to
look at the oak. How nice Katavasov is! And what a happy

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