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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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about? I said that we must put off going forthree days, and on that you told me I was lying, that I wasnot an honorable man. Yes, and I repeat that the man who reproaches me withhaving sacrificed everything for me, she said, recalling thewords of a still earlier quarrel, that hes worse than a dis-honorable man—hes a heartless man. Oh, there are limits to endurance! he cried, and hastily let go her hand. He hates me, thats clear, she thought, and in silence,without looking round, she walked with faltering steps out ofthe room. He loves another woman, thats even clearer,she said to herself as she went into her own room. I wantlove, and there is none. So, then, all is over. She repeatedthe words she had said, and it must be ended. But how? she asked herself, and she sat down in a lowchair before the looking-glass. Thoughts of where she would go now, whether to the auntwho had brought her up, to Dolly, or simply alone abroad, andof what he was doing now alone in his study; whether this
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So, then all is over G.W. J. &CO. (Page 240) ANNA KARENINA 937 was the final quarrel, or whether reconciliatoTw^^tUl^o^ ! sible; and of what all her old friends at Petersburg would say of her now; and of how Alexey Alexandrovitch would look at it, and many other ideas of what would happen now after the rupture, came into her head; but she did not *ive 1 herself up to them with all her heart. At the bottom of her I heart was some obscure idea that alone interested her, but she I could not get clear sight of it. Thinking once more of Alexey Alexandrovitch, she recalled the time of her illness after her -w^Tf,and the feeling which never left her at that time.Why didn t I die?- and the words and the feeling of thattime came back to her. And all at once she knew what was inher soul. Yes, it was that idea which alone solved all. Yesto die! . . . And the shame and disgrace of Alexey Alex-androvitch and of Seryozha, and my awful shame, it will allbe saved by death. To die! and he will fee

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