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Anna Karenina

‘I that case he would have done wrong, and I should
not have regretted him,’ answered Varenka, evidently
realizing that they were now talking not of her, but of
Kitty.

‘But the humiliation,’ said Kitty, ‘the humiliation one
can never forget, can never forget,’ she said, remembering
her look at the last ball during the pause in the music.
‘Where is the humiliation? Why, you did nothing
wrong?’
‘Worse than wrong—shameful.’
Varenka shook her head and laid her hand on Kitty’s
hand.
‘Why, what is there shameful?’ she said. ‘You didn’t tell
a man, who didn’t care for you, that you loved him, did
you?’
‘Of course not, I never said a word, but he knew it.
No, no, there are looks, there are ways; I can’t forget it, if
I live a hundred years.’
‘Why so? I don’t understand. The whole point is
whether you love him now or not,’ said Varenka, who
called everything by its name.
‘I hate him; I can’t forgive myself.’
‘Why, what for?’
‘The shame, the humiliation!’

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