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Anna Karenina

‘I don’t know you with this short hair. You’ve grown
so pretty. A boy. But how pale you are!’
‘Yes, I’m very weak,’ she said, smiling. And her lips
began trembling again.

‘We’ll go to Italy; you will get strong,’ he said.
‘Can it be possible we could be like husband and wife,
alone, your family with you?’ she said, looking close into
his eyes.
‘It only seems strange to me that it can ever have been
otherwise.’
‘Stiva says that HE has agreed to everything, but I can’t
accept HIS generosity,’ she said, looking dreamily past
Vronsky’s face. ‘I don’t want a divorce; it’s all the same to
me now. Only I don’t know what he will decide about
Seryozha.’
He could not conceive how at this moment of their
meeting she could remember and think of her son, of
divorce. What did it all matter?
‘Don’t speak of that, don’t think of it,’ he said, turning
her hand in his, and trying to draw her attention to him;
but still she did not look at him.
‘Oh, why didn’t I die! it would have been better,’ she
said, and silent tears flowed down both her cheeks; but she
tried to smile, so as not to wound him.

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