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Anna Karenina


                                  this he suddenly drew himself up, and a proud and hard
                                  expression came over his face.
                                     ‘Yes, yes, that’s better, a thousand times better! I know
                                  how painful it was,’ he said. But she was not listening to

                                  his words, she was reading his thoughts from the
                                  expression of his face. She could not guess that that
                                  expression arose from the first idea that presented itself to
                                  Vronsky—that a duel was now inevitable. The idea of a
                                  duel had never crossed her mind, and so she put a different
                                  interpretation on this passing expression of hardness.
                                     When she got her husband’s letter, she knew then at
                                  the bottom of her heart that everything would go on in
                                  the old way, that she would not have the strength of will
                                  to forego her position, to abandon her son, and to join her
                                  lover. The morning spent at Princess Tverskaya’s had
                                  confirmed her still more in this. But this interview was still
                                  of the utmost gravity for her. She hoped that this
                                  interview would transform her position, and save her. If
                                  on hearing this news he were to say to her resolutely,
                                  passionately, without an instant’s wavering: ‘Throw up
                                  everything and come with me!’ she would give up her son
                                  and go away with him. But this news had not produced
                                  what she had expected in him; he simply seemed as
                                  though he were resenting some affront.



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