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“
For
love
?
What
antediluvian
notions
you
have
!
Can
one
talk
of
love
in
these
days
?
”
said
the
ambassador
’
s
wife
.
“
What
’
s
to
be
done
?
It
’
s
a
foolish
old
fashion
that
’
s
kept
up
still
,
”
said
Vronsky
.
“
So
much
the
worse
for
those
who
keep
up
the
fashion
.
The
only
happy
marriages
I
know
are
marriages
of
prudence
.
”
“
Yes
,
but
then
how
often
the
happiness
of
these
prudent
marriages
flies
away
like
dust
just
because
that
passion
turns
up
that
they
have
refused
to
recognize
,
”
said
Vronsky
.
“
But
by
marriages
of
prudence
we
mean
those
in
which
both
parties
have
sown
their
wild
oats
already
.
That
’
s
like
scarlatina
—
one
has
to
go
through
it
and
get
it
over
.
”
“
Then
they
ought
to
find
out
how
to
vaccinate
for
love
,
like
smallpox
.
”
“
I
was
in
love
in
my
young
days
with
a
deacon
,
”
said
the
Princess
Myakaya
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
that
it
did
me
any
good
.
”
“
No
;
I
imagine
,
joking
apart
,
that
to
know
love
,
one
must
make
mistakes
and
then
correct
them
,
”
said
Princess
Betsy
.
“
Even
after
marriage
?
”
said
the
ambassador
’
s
wife
playfully
.
“
‘
It
’
s
never
too
late
to
mend
.
’
”
The
attaché
repeated
the
English
proverb
.
