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Anna Karenina

‘But I’m not speaking of other people, I’m speaking of
myself.’
‘Kitty,’ they heard her mother’s voice, ‘come here,
show papa your necklace.’

Kitty, with a haughty air, without making peace with
her friend, took the necklace in a little box from the table
and went to her mother.
‘What’s the matter? Why are you so red?’ her mother
and father said to her with one voice.
‘Nothing,’ she answered. ‘I’ll be back directly,’ and she
ran back.
‘She’s still here,’ she thought. ‘What am I to say to her?
Oh, dear! what have I done, what have I said? Why was I
rude to her? What am I to do? What am I to say to her?’
thought Kitty, and she stopped in the doorway.
Varenka in her hat and with the parasol in her hands
was sitting at the table examining the spring which Kitty
had broken. She lifted her head.
‘Varenka, forgive me, do forgive me,’ whispered Kitty,
going up to her. ‘I don’t remember what I said. I..’
‘I really didn’t mean to hurt you,’ said Varenka,
smiling.
Peace was made. But with her father’s coming all the
world in which she had been living was transformed for

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