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Anna Karenina

bliss of love that flooded his heart. Those eyes were
shining nearer and nearer, blinding him with their light of
love. She stopped still close to him, touching him. Her
hands rose and dropped onto his shoulders.

She had done all she could—she had run up to him and
given herself up entirely, shy and happy. He put his arms
round her and pressed his lips to her mouth that sought his
kiss.
She too had not slept all night, and had been expecting
him all the morning.
Her mother and father had consented without demur,
and were happy in her happiness. She had been waiting
for him. She wanted to be the first to tell him her
happiness and his. She had got ready to see him alone, and
had been delighted at the idea, and had been shy and
ashamed, and did not know herself what she was doing.
She had heard his steps and voice, and had waited at the
door for Mademoiselle Linon to go. Mademoiselle Linon
had gone away. Without thinking, without asking herself
how and what, she had gone up to him, and did as she was
doing.
‘Let us go to mamma!’ she said, taking him by the
hand. For a long while he could say nothing, not so much
because he was afraid of desecrating the loftiness of his

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