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Anna Karenina

tone which harmonized with her mood. He asked her
how she was, and how she had spent the morning.
‘Very, very miserably. Today and this morning and all
past days and days to come,’ she said.

‘I think you’re giving way to pessimism. You must
rouse yourself, you must look life in the face. I know it’s
hard, but..’
‘I have heard it said that women love men even for
their vices,’ Anna began suddenly, ‘but I hate him for his
virtues. I can’t live with him. Do you understand? the
sight of him has a physical effect on me, it makes me
beside myself. I can’t, I can’t live with him. What am I to
do? I have been unhappy, and used to think one couldn’t
be more unhappy, but the awful state of things I am going
through now, I could never have conceived. Would you
believe it, that knowing he’s a good man, a splendid man,
that I’m not worth his little finger, still I hate him. I hate
him for his generosity. And there’s nothing left for me
but..’
She would have said death, but Stepan Arkadyevitch
would not let her finish.
‘You are ill and overwrought,’ he said; ‘believe me,
you’re exaggerating dreadfully. There’s nothing so terrible
in it.’

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