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Title: Anna Karenina : a novel
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910 Garnett, Constance Black, 1862-1946 tr. trl
Subjects: Married women Adultery
Publisher: Philadelphia : G. W. Jacobs
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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t say what she had saidthe evening before to her lover, that he was her husband, andher husband was superfluous; she did not even think that.She felt all the justice of his words, and only said softly: You cannot describe my position as worse than I feel it tobe myself; but what are you saying all this for? What am I saying it for? what for? he went on, asangrily. That you may know that since you have not car-ried out my wishes in regard to observing outward decorum,I will take measures to put an end to this state of things. Soon, very soon, it will end, anyway, she said; and again,at the thought of death near at hand and now desired, tearscame into her eyes. It will end sooner than you and your lover have planned!If youVust have the satisfaction of animal passion . . .Alexey Alexandrovitch! I wont say its not generous, butits not like a gentleman to strike any one whos down. Yes, you only think of yourself! But the sufferings of aman who was your husband have no interest for you. You
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You do not love him G. W. J. & CO. Leave me^. Seryozha Iin » I i ANNA KARENINA 465 ont care that his whole life is ruined, that he is thuff . . . Iraff . . . Alexey Alexandrovitch was speaking so quickly that hetammered, and was utterly unable to articulate the wordsuffering. In the end he pronounced it thuff ering.he wanted to laugh, and was immediately ashamed that any-hing could amuse her at such a moment. And for the firstime, for an instant, she felt for him, put herself in his place,nd was sorry for him. But what could she say or do ? Heread sank, and she sat silent. He too was silent for some time,nd then began speaking in a frigid, less shrill voice, empha-izing random words that had no special significance. * * I came to tell you . . . he said. She glanced at him. No, it was my fancy, she thought,ecalling the expression of his face when he stumbled over theeord suffering. No; can a man with those dull eyes,nth that self-satisfied complacency, feel anything?I cannot chang

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