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Anna Karenina

Vronsky was gazing at Anna, and with a fainting heart
waiting for what she would say. He sighed as after a
danger escaped when she uttered these words.
Anna suddenly turned to him.

‘Oh, I have had a letter from Moscow. They write me
that Kitty Shtcherbatskaya’s very ill.’
‘Really?’ said Vronsky, knitting his brows.
Anna looked sternly at him.
‘That doesn’t interest you?’
‘On the contrary, it does, very much. What was it
exactly they told you, if I may know?’ he questioned.
Anna got up and went to Betsy.
‘Give me a cup of tea,’ she said, standing at her table.
While Betsy was pouring out the tea, Vronsky went up
to Anna.
‘What is it they write to you?’ he repeated.
‘I often think men have no understanding of what’s not
honorable though they’re always talking of it,’ said Anna,
without answering him. ‘I’ve wanted to tell you so a long
while,’ she added, and moving a few steps away, she sat
down at a table in a corner covered with albums.
‘I don’t quite understand the meaning of your words,’
he said, handing her the cup.

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