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When
he
was
left
alone
,
and
recalled
the
conversation
of
these
bachelor
friends
,
Levin
asked
himself
:
had
he
in
his
heart
that
regret
for
his
freedom
of
which
they
had
spoken
?
He
smiled
at
the
question
.
“
Freedom
!
What
is
freedom
for
?
Happiness
is
only
in
loving
and
wishing
her
wishes
,
thinking
her
thoughts
,
that
is
to
say
,
not
freedom
at
all
—
that
’
s
happiness
!
”
“
But
do
I
know
her
ideas
,
her
wishes
,
her
feelings
?
”
some
voice
suddenly
whispered
to
him
.
The
smile
died
away
from
his
face
,
and
he
grew
thoughtful
.
And
suddenly
a
strange
feeling
came
upon
him
.
There
came
over
him
a
dread
and
doubt
—
doubt
of
everything
.
“
What
if
she
does
not
love
me
?
What
if
she
’
s
marrying
me
simply
to
be
married
?
What
if
she
doesn
’
t
see
herself
what
she
’
s
doing
?
”
he
asked
himself
.
“
She
may
come
to
her
senses
,
and
only
when
she
is
being
married
realize
that
she
does
not
and
cannot
love
me
.
”
And
strange
,
most
evil
thoughts
of
her
began
to
come
to
him
.
He
was
jealous
of
Vronsky
,
as
he
had
been
a
year
ago
,
as
though
the
evening
he
had
seen
her
with
Vronsky
had
been
yesterday
.
He
suspected
she
had
not
told
him
everything
.
He
jumped
up
quickly
.
“
No
,
this
can
’
t
go
on
!
”
he
said
to
himself
in
despair
.
“
I
’
ll
go
to
her
;
I
’
ll
ask
her
;
I
’
ll
say
for
the
last
time
:
we
are
free
,
and
hadn
’
t
we
better
stay
so
?
Anything
’
s
better
than
endless
misery
,
disgrace
,
unfaithfulness
!
”
With
despair
in
his
heart
and
bitter
anger
against
all
men
,
against
himself
,
against
her
,
he
went
out
of
the
hotel
and
drove
to
her
house
.
He
found
her
in
one
of
the
back
rooms
.
She
was
sitting
on
a
chest
and
making
some
arrangements
with
her
maid
,
sorting
over
heaps
of
dresses
of
different
colors
,
spread
on
the
backs
of
chairs
and
on
the
floor
.
“
Ah
!
”
she
cried
,
seeing
him
,
and
beaming
with
delight
.
“
Kostya
!
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
!
”
(
These
latter
days
she
used
these
names
almost
alternately
.
)
“
I
didn
’
t
expect
you
!
I
’
m
going
through
my
wardrobe
to
see
what
’
s
for
whom
.
.
.
.
”
“
Oh
!
that
’
s
very
nice
!
”
he
said
gloomily
,
looking
at
the
maid
.
“
You
can
go
,
Dunyasha
,
I
’
ll
call
you
presently
,
”
said
Kitty
.
“
Kostya
,
what
’
s
the
matter
?
”
she
asked
,
definitely
adopting
this
familiar
name
as
soon
as
the
maid
had
gone
out
.
She
noticed
his
strange
face
,
agitated
and
gloomy
,
and
a
panic
came
over
her
.
