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“
This
is
my
position
:
you
can
trample
me
in
the
mud
,
make
me
the
laughing
-
stock
of
the
world
,
I
will
not
abandon
her
,
and
I
will
never
utter
a
word
of
reproach
to
you
,
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
went
on
.
“
My
duty
is
clearly
marked
for
me
;
I
ought
to
be
with
her
,
and
I
will
be
.
If
she
wishes
to
see
you
,
I
will
let
you
know
,
but
now
I
suppose
it
would
be
better
for
you
to
go
away
.
”
He
got
up
,
and
sobs
cut
short
his
words
.
Vronsky
too
was
getting
up
,
and
in
a
stooping
,
not
yet
erect
posture
,
looked
up
at
him
from
under
his
brows
.
He
did
not
understand
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
feeling
,
but
he
felt
that
it
was
something
higher
and
even
unattainable
for
him
with
his
view
of
life
.
After
the
conversation
with
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
Vronsky
went
out
onto
the
steps
of
the
Karenins
’
house
and
stood
still
,
with
difficulty
remembering
where
he
was
,
and
where
he
ought
to
walk
or
drive
.
He
felt
disgraced
,
humiliated
,
guilty
,
and
deprived
of
all
possibility
of
washing
away
his
humiliation
.
He
felt
thrust
out
of
the
beaten
track
along
which
he
had
so
proudly
and
lightly
walked
till
then
.
All
the
habits
and
rules
of
his
life
that
had
seemed
so
firm
,
had
turned
out
suddenly
false
and
inapplicable
.
The
betrayed
husband
,
who
had
figured
till
that
time
as
a
pitiful
creature
,
an
incidental
and
somewhat
ludicrous
obstacle
to
his
happiness
,
had
suddenly
been
summoned
by
her
herself
,
elevated
to
an
awe
-
inspiring
pinnacle
,
and
on
the
pinnacle
that
husband
had
shown
himself
,
not
malignant
,
not
false
,
not
ludicrous
,
but
kind
and
straightforward
and
large
.
Vronsky
could
not
but
feel
this
,
and
the
parts
were
suddenly
reversed
.
Vronsky
felt
his
elevation
and
his
own
abasement
,
his
truth
and
his
own
falsehood
.
He
felt
that
the
husband
was
magnanimous
even
in
his
sorrow
,
while
he
had
been
base
and
petty
in
his
deceit
.
But
this
sense
of
his
own
humiliation
before
the
man
he
had
unjustly
despised
made
up
only
a
small
part
of
his
misery
.
He
felt
unutterably
wretched
now
,
for
his
passion
for
Anna
,
which
had
seemed
to
him
of
late
to
be
growing
cooler
,
now
that
he
knew
he
had
lost
her
forever
,
was
stronger
than
ever
it
had
been
.
He
had
seen
all
of
her
in
her
illness
,
had
come
to
know
her
very
soul
,
and
it
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
never
loved
her
till
then
.
And
now
when
he
had
learned
to
know
her
,
to
love
her
as
she
should
be
loved
,
he
had
been
humiliated
before
her
,
and
had
lost
her
forever
,
leaving
with
her
nothing
of
himself
but
a
shameful
memory
.
Most
terrible
of
all
had
been
his
ludicrous
,
shameful
position
when
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
had
pulled
his
hands
away
from
his
humiliated
face
.
He
stood
on
the
steps
of
the
Karenins
’
house
like
one
distraught
,
and
did
not
know
what
to
do
.
“
A
sledge
,
sir
?
”
asked
the
porter
.
“
Yes
,
a
sledge
.
”
On
getting
home
,
after
three
sleepless
nights
,
Vronsky
,
without
undressing
,
lay
down
flat
on
the
sofa
,
clasping
his
hands
and
laying
his
head
on
them
.
His
head
was
heavy
.
Images
,
memories
,
and
ideas
of
the
strangest
description
followed
one
another
with
extraordinary
rapidity
and
vividness
.
First
it
was
the
medicine
he
had
poured
out
for
the
patient
and
spilt
over
the
spoon
,
then
the
midwife
’
s
white
hands
,
then
the
queer
posture
of
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
on
the
floor
beside
the
bed
.
“
To
sleep
!
To
forget
!
”
he
said
to
himself
with
the
serene
confidence
of
a
healthy
man
that
if
he
is
tired
and
sleepy
,
he
will
go
to
sleep
at
once
.
And
the
same
instant
his
head
did
begin
to
feel
drowsy
and
he
began
to
drop
off
into
forgetfulness
.
The
waves
of
the
sea
of
unconsciousness
had
begun
to
meet
over
his
head
,
when
all
at
once
—
it
was
as
though
a
violent
shock
of
electricity
had
passed
over
him
.
He
started
so
that
he
leaped
up
on
the
springs
of
the
sofa
,
and
leaning
on
his
arms
got
in
a
panic
onto
his
knees
.
His
eyes
were
wide
open
as
though
he
had
never
been
asleep
.
The
heaviness
in
his
head
and
the
weariness
in
his
limbs
that
he
had
felt
a
minute
before
had
suddenly
gone
.
“
You
may
trample
me
in
the
mud
,
”
he
heard
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
words
and
saw
him
standing
before
him
,
and
saw
Anna
’
s
face
with
its
burning
flush
and
glittering
eyes
,
gazing
with
love
and
tenderness
not
at
him
but
at
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
;
he
saw
his
own
,
as
he
fancied
,
foolish
and
ludicrous
figure
when
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
took
his
hands
away
from
his
face
.
He
stretched
out
his
legs
again
and
flung
himself
on
the
sofa
in
the
same
position
and
shut
his
eyes
.
