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Anna Karenina

Why, what is it? Can it be that between me and this
officer boy there exist, or can exist, any other relations
than such as are common with every acquaintance?’ She
laughed contemptuously and took up her book again; but

now she was definitely unable to follow what she read.
She passed the paper knife over the window pane, then
laid its smooth, cool surface to her cheek, and almost
laughed aloud at the feeling of delight that all at once
without cause came over her. She felt as though her
nerves were strings being strained tighter and tighter on
some sort of screwing peg. She felt her eyes opening wider
and wider, her fingers and toes twitching nervously,
something within oppressing her breathing, while all
shapes and sounds seemed in the uncertain half-light to
strike her with unaccustomed vividness. Moments of
doubt were continually coming upon her, when she was
uncertain whether the train were going forwards or
backwards, or were standing still altogether; whether it
were Annushka at her side or a stranger. ‘What’s that on
the arm of the chair, a fur cloak or some beast? And what
am I myself? Myself or some other woman?’ she was afraid
of giving way to this delirium. But something drew her
towards it, and she could yield to it or resist it at will. She
got up to rouse herself, and slipped off her plaid and the

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