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It
was
for
her
sake
I
went
through
that
farce
.
She
’
s
so
sweet
;
but
you
and
I
can
’
t
deceive
ourselves
.
This
is
what
I
believe
in
,
”
he
said
,
and
,
squeezing
the
bottle
in
his
bony
hand
,
he
began
breathing
over
it
.
At
eight
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
Levin
and
his
wife
were
drinking
tea
in
their
room
when
Marya
Nikolaevna
ran
in
to
them
breathlessly
.
She
was
pale
,
and
her
lips
were
quivering
.
“
He
is
dying
!
”
she
whispered
.
“
I
’
m
afraid
will
die
this
minute
.
”
Both
of
them
ran
to
him
.
He
was
sitting
raised
up
with
one
elbow
on
the
bed
,
his
long
back
bent
,
and
his
head
hanging
low
.
“
How
do
you
feel
?
”
Levin
asked
in
a
whisper
,
after
a
silence
.
“
I
feel
I
’
m
setting
off
,
”
Nikolay
said
with
difficulty
,
but
with
extreme
distinctness
,
screwing
the
words
out
of
himself
.
He
did
not
raise
his
head
,
but
simply
turned
his
eyes
upwards
,
without
their
reaching
his
brother
’
s
face
.
“
Katya
,
go
away
!
”
he
added
.
Levin
jumped
up
,
and
with
a
peremptory
whisper
made
her
go
out
.
“
I
’
m
setting
off
,
”
he
said
again
.
“
Why
do
you
think
so
?
”
said
Levin
,
so
as
to
say
something
.
“
Because
I
’
m
setting
off
,
”
he
repeated
,
as
though
he
had
a
liking
for
the
phrase
.
“
It
’
s
the
end
.
”
Marya
Nikolaevna
went
up
to
him
.
