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Anna Karenina

speak without reserve, too, and I’ll show him that I love
him, and so understand him,’ Levin resolved to himself, as,
towards eleven o’clock, he reached the hotel of which he
had the address.

‘At the top, 12 and 13,’ the porter answered Levin’s
inquiry.
‘At home?’
‘Sure to be at home.’
The door of No. 12 was half open, and there came out
into the streak of light thick fumes of cheap, poor tobacco,
and the sound of a voice, unknown to Levin; but he knew
at once that his brother was there; he heard his cough.
As he went in the door, the unknown voice was
saying:
‘It all depends with how much judgment and
knowledge the thing’s done.’
Konstantin Levin looked in at the door, and saw that
the speaker was a young man with an immense shock of
hair, wearing a Russian jerkin, and that a pockmarked
woman in a woolen gown, without collar or cuffs, was
sitting on the sofa. His brother was not to be seen.
Konstantin felt a sharp pang at his heart at the thought of
the strange company in which his brother spent his life.
No one had heard him, and Konstantin, taking off his

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