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Anna Karenina

‘Yes, every girl, but not she.’
Stepan Arkadyevitch smiled. He so well knew that
feeling of Levin’s, that for him all the girls in the world
were divided into two classes: one class—all the girls in the

world except her, and those girls with all sorts of human
weaknesses, and very ordinary girls: the other class—she
alone, having no weaknesses of any sort and higher than
all humanity.
‘Stay, take some sauce,’ he said, holding back Levin’s
hand as it pushed away the sauce.
Levin obediently helped himself to sauce, but would
not let Stepan Arkadyevitch go on with his dinner.
‘No, stop a minute, stop a minute,’ he said. ‘You must
understand that it’s a question of life and death for me. I
have never spoken to any one of this. And there’s no one
I could speak of it to, except you. You know we’re utterly
unlike each other, different tastes and views and
everything; but I know you’re fond of me and understand
me, and that’s why I like you awfully. But for God’s sake,
be quite straightforward with me.’
‘I tell you what I think,’ said Stepan Arkadyevitch,
smiling. ‘But I’ll say more: my wife is a wonderful
woman...’ Stepan Arkadyevitch sighed, remembering his
position with his wife, and, after a moment’s silence,

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