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Anna Karenina

glad feeling of love and forgiveness for his enemies filled
his heart. He knelt down, and laying his head in the curve
of her arm, which burned him as with fire through the
sleeve, he sobbed like a little child. She put her arm

around his head, moved towards him, and with defiant
pride lifted up her eyes.
‘That is he. I knew him! Now, forgive me, everyone,
forgive me!... They’ve come again; why don’t they go
away?... Oh, take these cloaks off me!’
The doctor unloosed her hands, carefully laying her on
the pillow, and covered her up to the shoulders. She lay
back submissively, and looked before her with beaming
eyes.
‘Remember one thing, that I needed nothing but
forgiveness, and I want nothing more.... Why doesn’t HE
come?’ she said, turning to the door towards Vronsky. ‘Do
come, do come! Give him your hand.’
Vronsky came to the side of the bed, and seeing Anna,
again hid his face in his hands.
‘Uncover your face—look at him! He’s a saint,’ she
said. ‘Oh! uncover your face, do uncover it!’ she said
angrily. ‘Alexey Alexandrovitch, do uncover his face! I
want to see him.’

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