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Anna Karenina

I confess,’ he said, with a smile, showing his thick, white
teeth, ‘this week I’ve been, as it were, looking at myself in
a glass, seeing that life, and I didn’t like it.’
She held the work in her hands, but did not crochet,

and looked at him with strange, shining, and hostile eyes.
‘This morning Liza came to see me—they’re not afraid
to call on me, in spite of the Countess Lidia Ivanovna,’ she
put in—‘and she told me about your Athenian evening.
How loathsome!’
‘I was just going to say..’
She interrupted him. ‘It was that Therese you used to
know?’
‘I was just saying..’
‘How disgusting you are, you men! How is it you can’t
understand that a woman can never forget that,’ she said,
getting more and more angry, and so letting him see the
cause of her irritation, ‘especially a woman who cannot
know your life? What do I know? What have I ever
known?’ she said; ‘what you tell me. And how do I know
whether you tell me the truth?..’
‘Anna, you hurt me. Don’t you trust me? Haven’t I
told you that I haven’t a thought I wouldn’t lay bare to
you?’

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