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Anna Karenina


                                     Alexey Alexandrovitch sat down, and with a
                                  despondent and suffering face watched the nurse walking
                                  to and fro.
                                     When the child at last was still, and had been put in a

                                  deep bed, and the nurse, after smoothing the little pillow,
                                  had left her, Alexey Alexandrovitch got up, and walking
                                  awkwardly on tiptoe, approached the baby. For a minute
                                  he was still, and with the same despondent face gazed at
                                  the baby; but all at once a smile, that moved his hair and
                                  the skin of his forehead, came out on his face, and he went
                                  as softly out of the room.
                                     In the dining room he rang the bell, and told the
                                  servant who came in to send again for the doctor. He felt
                                  vexed with his wife for not being anxious about this
                                  exquisite baby, and in this vexed humor he had no wish to
                                  go to her; he had no wish, either, to see Princess Betsy.
                                  But his wife might wonder why he did not go to her as
                                  usual; and so, overcoming his disinclination, he went
                                  towards the bedroom. As he walked over the soft rug
                                  towards the door, he could not help overhearing a
                                  conversation he did not want to hear.
                                     ‘If he hadn’t been going away, I could have understood
                                  your answer and his too. But your husband ought to be
                                  above that,’ Betsy was saying.



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