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Anna Karenina
Alexandrovitch, freshly washed and combed, with a book
under his arm, came in to her.
‘It’s time, it’s time,’ said he, with a meaning smile, And
he went into their bedroom.
‘And what right had he to look at him like that?’
thought Anna, recalling Vronsky’s glance at Alexey
Alexandrovitch.
Undressing, she went into the bedroom; but her face
had none of the eagerness which, during her stay in
Moscow, had fairly flashed from her eyes and her smile;
on the contrary, now the fire seemed quenched in her,
hidden somewhere far away.
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