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Anna Karenina

some time, and then began speaking in a frigid, less shrill
voice, emphasizing random words that had no
significance.
‘I came to tell you...’ he said.

She glanced at him. ‘No, it was my fancy,’ she thought,
recalling the expression of his face when he stumbled over
the word ‘suffering.’ ‘No; can a man with those dull eyes,
with that self-satisfied complacency, feel anything?’
‘I cannot change anything,’ she whispered.
‘I have come to tell you that I am going tomorrow to
Moscow, and shall not return again to this house, and you
will receive notice of what I decide through the lawyer
into whose hands I shall intrust the task of getting a
divorce. My son is going to my sister’s,’ said Alexey
Alexandrovitch, with an effort recalling what he had
meant to say about his son.
‘You take Seryozha to hurt me,’ she said, looking at
him from under her brows. ‘You do not love him....
Leave me Seryozha!’
‘Yes, I have lost even my affection for my son, because
he is associated with the repulsion I feel for you. But still I
shall take him. Goodbye!’
And he was going away, but now she detained him.

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