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Anna Karenina

When she thought of Vronsky, it seemed to her that he
did not love her, that he was already beginning to be tired
of her, that she could not offer herself to him, and she felt
bitter against him for it. It seemed to her that the words

that she had spoken to her husband, and had continually
repeated in her imagination, she had said to everyone, and
everyone had heard them. She could not bring herself to
look those of her own household in the face. She could
not bring herself to call her maid, and still less go
downstairs and see her son and his governess.
The maid, who had been listening at her door for a
long while, came into her room of her own accord. Anna
glanced inquiringly into her face, and blushed with a
scared look. The maid begged her pardon for coming in,
saying that she had fancied the bell rang. She brought her
clothes and a note. The note was from Betsy. Betsy
reminded her that Liza Merkalova and Baroness Shtoltz
were coming to play croquet with her that morning with
their adorers, Kaluzhsky and old Stremov. ‘Come, if only
as a study in morals. I shall expect you,’ she finished.
Anna read the note and heaved a deep sigh.
‘Nothing, I need nothing,’ she said to Annushka, who
was rearranging the bottles and brushes on the dressing

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