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When
she
came
into
the
bedroom
,
he
was
already
in
bed
.
His
lips
were
sternly
compressed
,
and
his
eyes
looked
away
from
her
.
Anna
got
into
her
bed
,
and
lay
expecting
every
minute
that
he
would
begin
to
speak
to
her
again
.
She
both
feared
his
speaking
and
wished
for
it
.
But
he
was
silent
.
She
waited
for
a
long
while
without
moving
,
and
had
forgotten
about
him
.
She
thought
of
that
other
;
she
pictured
him
,
and
felt
how
her
heart
was
flooded
with
emotion
and
guilty
delight
at
the
thought
of
him
.
Suddenly
she
heard
an
even
,
tranquil
snore
For
the
first
instant
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
seemed
,
as
it
were
,
appalled
at
his
own
snoring
,
and
ceased
;
but
after
an
interval
of
two
breathings
the
snore
sounded
again
,
with
a
new
tranquil
rhythm
.
“
It
’
s
late
,
it
’
s
late
,
”
she
whispered
with
a
smile
.
A
long
while
she
lay
,
not
moving
,
with
open
eyes
,
whose
brilliance
she
almost
fancied
she
could
herself
see
in
the
darkness
.
From
that
time
a
new
life
began
for
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
and
for
his
wife
.
Nothing
special
happened
.
Anna
went
out
into
society
,
as
she
had
always
done
,
was
particularly
often
at
Princess
Betsy
’
s
,
and
met
Vronsky
everywhere
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
saw
this
,
but
could
do
nothing
.
All
his
efforts
to
draw
her
into
open
discussion
she
confronted
with
a
barrier
which
he
could
not
penetrate
,
made
up
of
a
sort
of
amused
perplexity
.
Outwardly
everything
was
the
same
,
but
their
inner
relations
were
completely
changed
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
a
man
of
great
power
in
the
world
of
politics
,
felt
himself
helpless
in
this
.
Like
an
ox
with
head
bent
,
submissively
he
awaited
the
blow
which
he
felt
was
lifted
over
him
.
Every
time
he
began
to
think
about
it
,
he
felt
that
he
must
try
once
more
,
that
by
kindness
,
tenderness
,
and
persuasion
there
was
still
hope
of
saving
her
,
of
bringing
her
back
to
herself
,
and
every
day
he
made
ready
to
talk
to
her
.
But
every
time
he
began
talking
to
her
,
he
felt
that
the
spirit
of
evil
and
deceit
,
which
had
taken
possession
of
her
,
had
possession
of
him
too
,
and
he
talked
to
her
in
a
tone
quite
unlike
that
in
which
he
had
meant
to
talk
.
Involuntarily
he
talked
to
her
in
his
habitual
tone
of
jeering
at
anyone
who
should
say
what
he
was
saying
.
And
in
that
tone
it
was
impossible
to
say
what
needed
to
be
said
to
her
.
That
which
for
Vronsky
had
been
almost
a
whole
year
the
one
absorbing
desire
of
his
life
,
replacing
all
his
old
desires
;
that
which
for
Anna
had
been
an
impossible
,
terrible
,
and
even
for
that
reason
more
entrancing
dream
of
bliss
,
that
desire
had
been
fulfilled
.
He
stood
before
her
,
pale
,
his
lower
jaw
quivering
,
and
besought
her
to
be
calm
,
not
knowing
how
or
why
.
“
Anna
!
Anna
!
”
he
said
with
a
choking
voice
,
“
Anna
,
for
pity
’
s
sake
!
.
.
.
”
But
the
louder
he
spoke
,
the
lower
she
dropped
her
once
proud
and
gay
,
now
shame
-
stricken
head
,
and
she
bowed
down
and
sank
from
the
sofa
where
she
was
sitting
,
down
on
the
floor
,
at
his
feet
;
she
would
have
fallen
on
the
carpet
if
he
had
not
held
her
.
“
My
God
!
Forgive
me
!
”
she
said
,
sobbing
,
pressing
his
hands
to
her
bosom
.
She
felt
so
sinful
,
so
guilty
,
that
nothing
was
left
her
but
to
humiliate
herself
and
beg
forgiveness
;
and
as
now
there
was
no
one
in
her
life
but
him
,
to
him
she
addressed
her
prayer
for
forgiveness
.
Looking
at
him
,
she
had
a
physical
sense
of
her
humiliation
,
and
she
could
say
nothing
more
.
He
felt
what
a
murderer
must
feel
,
when
he
sees
the
body
he
has
robbed
of
life
.
That
body
,
robbed
by
him
of
life
,
was
their
love
,
the
first
stage
of
their
love
.
There
was
something
awful
and
revolting
in
the
memory
of
what
had
been
bought
at
this
fearful
price
of
shame
.
Shame
at
their
spiritual
nakedness
crushed
her
and
infected
him
.
But
in
spite
of
all
the
murderer
’
s
horror
before
the
body
of
his
victim
,
he
must
hack
it
to
pieces
,
hide
the
body
,
must
use
what
he
has
gained
by
his
murder
.
And
with
fury
,
as
it
were
with
passion
,
the
murderer
falls
on
the
body
,
and
drags
it
and
hacks
at
it
;
so
he
covered
her
face
and
shoulders
with
kisses
.
She
held
his
hand
,
and
did
not
stir
.
“
Yes
,
these
kisses
—
that
is
what
has
been
bought
by
this
shame
.
Yes
,
and
one
hand
,
which
will
always
be
mine
—
the
hand
of
my
accomplice
.
”
She
lifted
up
that
hand
and
kissed
it
.
He
sank
on
his
knees
and
tried
to
see
her
face
;
but
she
hid
it
,
and
said
nothing
.
At
last
,
as
though
making
an
effort
over
herself
,
she
got
up
and
pushed
him
away
.
Her
face
was
still
as
beautiful
,
but
it
was
only
the
more
pitiful
for
that
.
