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Anna Karenina

Alexey Alexandrovitch sighed, and, without saying
more, went into the bedroom.
When she came into the bedroom, he was already in
bed. His lips were sternly compressed, and his eyes looked

away from her. Anna got into her bed, and lay expecting
every minute that he would begin to speak to her again.
She both feared his speaking and wished for it. But he was
silent. She waited for a long while without moving, and
had forgotten about him. She thought of that other; she
pictured him, and felt how her heart was flooded with
emotion and guilty delight at the thought of him.
Suddenly she heard an even, tranquil snore. For the first
instant Alexey Alexandrovitch seemed, as it were, appalled
at his own snoring, and ceased; but after an interval of two
breathings the snore sounded again, with a new tranquil
rhythm.
‘It’s late, it’s late,’ she whispered with a smile. A long
while she lay, not moving, with open eyes, whose
brilliance she almost fancied she could herself see in the
darkness.

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