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“
Dolinka
,
I
am
so
,
so
wretched
!
”
she
whispered
penitently
.
And
the
sweet
face
covered
with
tears
hid
itself
in
Darya
Alexandrovna
’
s
skirt
.
As
though
tears
were
the
indispensable
oil
,
without
which
the
machinery
of
mutual
confidence
could
not
run
smoothly
between
the
two
sisters
,
the
sisters
after
their
tears
talked
,
not
of
what
was
uppermost
in
their
minds
,
but
,
though
they
talked
of
outside
matters
,
they
understood
each
other
.
Kitty
knew
that
the
words
she
had
uttered
in
anger
about
her
husband
’
s
infidelity
and
her
humiliating
position
had
cut
her
poor
sister
to
the
heart
,
but
that
she
had
forgiven
her
.
Dolly
for
her
part
knew
all
she
had
wanted
to
find
out
.
She
felt
certain
that
her
surmises
were
correct
;
that
Kitty
’
s
misery
,
her
inconsolable
misery
,
was
due
precisely
to
the
fact
that
Levin
had
made
her
an
offer
and
she
had
refused
him
,
and
Vronsky
had
deceived
her
,
and
that
she
was
fully
prepared
to
love
Levin
and
to
detest
Vronsky
.
Kitty
said
not
a
word
of
that
;
she
talked
of
nothing
but
her
spiritual
condition
.
“
I
have
nothing
to
make
me
miserable
,
”
she
said
,
getting
calmer
;
“
but
can
you
understand
that
everything
has
become
hateful
,
loathsome
,
coarse
to
me
,
and
I
myself
most
of
all
?
You
can
’
t
imagine
what
loathsome
thoughts
I
have
about
everything
.
”
“
Why
,
whatever
loathsome
thoughts
can
you
have
?
”
asked
Dolly
,
smiling
.
“
The
most
utterly
loathsome
and
coarse
:
I
can
’
t
tell
you
.
It
’
s
not
unhappiness
,
or
low
spirits
,
but
much
worse
.
As
though
everything
that
was
good
in
me
was
all
hidden
away
,
and
nothing
was
left
but
the
most
loathsome
.
Come
,
how
am
I
to
tell
you
?
”
she
went
on
,
seeing
the
puzzled
look
in
her
sister
’
s
eyes
.
“
Father
began
saying
something
to
me
just
now
.
.
.
.
It
seems
to
me
he
thinks
all
I
want
is
to
be
married
.
Mother
takes
me
to
a
ball
:
it
seems
to
me
she
only
takes
me
to
get
me
married
off
as
soon
as
may
be
,
and
be
rid
of
me
.
I
know
it
’
s
not
the
truth
,
but
I
can
’
t
drive
away
such
thoughts
.
Eligible
suitors
,
as
they
call
them
—
I
can
’
t
bear
to
see
them
.
It
seems
to
me
they
’
re
taking
stock
of
me
and
summing
me
up
.
In
old
days
to
go
anywhere
in
a
ball
dress
was
a
simple
joy
to
me
,
I
admired
myself
;
now
I
feel
ashamed
and
awkward
.
And
then
!
The
doctor
.
.
.
.
Then
.
.
.
”
Kitty
hesitated
;
she
wanted
to
say
further
that
ever
since
this
change
had
taken
place
in
her
,
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
had
become
insufferably
repulsive
to
her
,
and
that
she
could
not
see
him
without
the
grossest
and
most
hideous
conceptions
rising
before
her
imagination
.
“
Oh
,
well
,
everything
presents
itself
to
me
,
in
the
coarsest
,
most
loathsome
light
,
”
she
went
on
.
“
That
’
s
my
illness
.
Perhaps
it
will
pass
off
.
”
“
But
you
mustn
’
t
think
about
it
.
”
“
I
can
’
t
help
it
.
I
’
m
never
happy
except
with
the
children
at
your
house
.
”
