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Anna Karenina

‘But do I know her ideas, her wishes, her feelings?’
some voice suddenly whispered to him. The smile died
away from his face, and he grew thoughtful. And suddenly
a strange feeling came upon him. There came over him a

dread and doubt—doubt of everything.
‘What if she does not love me? What if she’s marrying
me simply to be married? What if she doesn’t see herself
what she’s doing?’ he asked himself. ‘She may come to her
senses, and only when she is being married realize that she
does not and cannot love me.’ And strange, most evil
thoughts of her began to come to him. He was jealous of
Vronsky, as he had been a year ago, as though the evening
he had seen her with Vronsky had been yesterday. He
suspected she had not told him everything.
He jumped up quickly. ‘No, this can’t go on!’ he said
to himself in despair. ‘I’ll go to her; I’ll ask her; I’ll say for
the last time: we are free, and hadn’t we better stay so?
Anything’s better than endless misery, disgrace,
unfaithfulness!’ With despair in his heart and bitter anger
against all men, against himself, against her, he went out of
the hotel and drove to her house.
He found her in one of the back rooms. She was sitting
on a chest and making some arrangements with her maid,

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