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Anna Karenina

‘Alexander, Alexander,’ she whispered, moving to him
and beginning to weep.
As soon as she began to cry the prince too calmed
down. He went up to her.

‘There, that’s enough, that’s enough! You’re wretched
too, I know. It can’t be helped. There’s no great harm
done. God is merciful...thanks...’ he said, not knowing
what he was saying, as he responded to the tearful kiss of
the princess that he felt on his hand. And the prince went
out of the room.
Before this, as soon as Kitty went out of the room in
tears, Dolly, with her motherly, family instincts, had
promptly perceived that here a woman’s work lay before
her, and she prepared to do it. She took of her hat, and,
morally speaking, tucked up her sleeves and prepared for
action. While her mother was attacking her father, she
tried to restrain her mother, so far as filial reverence would
allow. During the prince’s outburst she was silent; she felt
ashamed for her mother, and tender towards her father for
so quickly being kind again. But when her father left them
she made ready for what was the chief thing needful—to
go to Kitty and console her.
‘I’d been meaning to tell you something for a long
while, mamma: did you know that Levin meant to make

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