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Anna Karenina


                                  come out there; but he did not come, though she heard
                                  him go to the door of his study as he parted from the chief
                                  secretary. She knew that he usually went out quickly to
                                  his office, and she wanted to see him before that, so that

                                  their attitude to one another might be defined.
                                     She walked across the drawing room and went
                                  resolutely to him. When she went into his study he was in
                                  official uniform, obviously ready to go out, sitting at a
                                  little table on which he rested his elbows, looking
                                  dejectedly before him. She saw him before he saw her,
                                  and she saw that he was thinking of her.
                                     On seeing her, he would have risen, but changed his
                                  mind, then his face flushed hotly—a thing Anna had never
                                  seen before, and he got up quickly and went to meet her,
                                  looking not at her eyes, but above them at her forehead
                                  and hair. He went up to her, took her by the hand, and
                                  asked her to sit down.
                                     ‘I am very glad you have come,’ he said, sitting down
                                  beside her, and obviously wishing to say something, he
                                  stuttered. Several times he tried to begin to speak, but
                                  stopped. In spite of the fact  that, preparing herself for
                                  meeting him, she had schooled herself to despise and
                                  reproach him, she did not know what to say to him, and
                                  she felt sorry for him. And so the silence lasted for some



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