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Anna Karenina

exalted, so strong, that nothing can be humiliating to me.
I am proud of my position, because...proud of being...
proud....’ She could not say what she was proud of. Tears
of shame and despair choked her utterance. She stood still

and sobbed.
He felt, too, something swelling in his throat and
twitching in his nose, and for the first time in his life he
felt on the point of weeping. He could not have said
exactly what it was touched him so. He felt sorry for her,
and he felt he could not help her, and with that he knew
that he was to blame for her wretchedness, and that he had
done something wrong.
‘Is not a divorce possible?’ he said feebly. She shook her
head, not answering. ‘Couldn’t you take your son, and still
leave him?’
‘Yes; but it all depends on him. Now I must go to
him,’ she said shortly. Her presentiment that all would
again go on in the old way had not deceived her.
‘On Tuesday I shall be in Petersburg, and everything
can be settled.’
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘But don’t let us talk any more of it.’
Anna’s carriage, which she had sent away, and ordered
to come back to the little gate of the Vrede garden, drove
up. Anna said good-bye to Vronsky, and drove home.

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