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She
wished
for
what
her
mother
wished
for
,
but
the
motives
of
her
mother
’
s
wishes
wounded
her
.
“
I
only
want
to
say
that
to
raise
hopes
.
.
.
.
”
“
Mamma
,
darling
,
for
goodness
’
sake
,
don
’
t
talk
about
it
.
It
’
s
so
horrible
to
talk
about
it
.
”
“
I
won
’
t
,
”
said
her
mother
,
seeing
the
tears
in
her
daughter
’
s
eyes
;
“
but
one
thing
,
my
love
;
you
promised
me
you
would
have
no
secrets
from
me
.
You
won
’
t
?
”
“
Never
,
mamma
,
none
,
”
answered
Kitty
,
flushing
a
little
,
and
looking
her
mother
straight
in
the
face
,
“
but
there
’
s
no
use
in
my
telling
you
anything
,
and
I
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
if
I
wanted
to
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
say
or
how
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
.
”
“
No
,
she
could
not
tell
an
untruth
with
those
eyes
,
”
thought
the
mother
,
smiling
at
her
agitation
and
happiness
.
The
princess
smiled
that
what
was
taking
place
just
now
in
her
soul
seemed
to
the
poor
child
so
immense
and
so
important
.
After
dinner
,
and
till
the
beginning
of
the
evening
,
Kitty
was
feeling
a
sensation
akin
to
the
sensation
of
a
young
man
before
a
battle
.
Her
heart
throbbed
violently
,
and
her
thoughts
would
not
rest
on
anything
.
She
felt
that
this
evening
,
when
they
would
both
meet
for
the
first
time
,
would
be
a
turning
point
in
her
life
.
And
she
was
continually
picturing
them
to
herself
,
at
one
moment
each
separately
,
and
then
both
together
.
When
she
mused
on
the
past
,
she
dwelt
with
pleasure
,
with
tenderness
,
on
the
memories
of
her
relations
with
Levin
.
The
memories
of
childhood
and
of
Levin
’
s
friendship
with
her
dead
brother
gave
a
special
poetic
charm
to
her
relations
with
him
.
His
love
for
her
,
of
which
she
felt
certain
,
was
flattering
and
delightful
to
her
;
and
it
was
pleasant
for
her
to
think
of
Levin
.
In
her
memories
of
Vronsky
there
always
entered
a
certain
element
of
awkwardness
,
though
he
was
in
the
highest
degree
well
-
bred
and
at
ease
,
as
though
there
were
some
false
note
—
not
in
Vronsky
,
he
was
very
simple
and
nice
,
but
in
herself
,
while
with
Levin
she
felt
perfectly
simple
and
clear
.
But
,
on
the
other
hand
,
directly
she
thought
of
the
future
with
Vronsky
,
there
arose
before
her
a
perspective
of
brilliant
happiness
;
with
Levin
the
future
seemed
misty
.
When
she
went
upstairs
to
dress
,
and
looked
into
the
looking
-
glass
,
she
noticed
with
joy
that
it
was
one
of
her
good
days
,
and
that
she
was
in
complete
possession
of
all
her
forces
,
—
she
needed
this
so
for
what
lay
before
her
:
she
was
conscious
of
external
composure
and
free
grace
in
her
movements
.
At
half
-
past
seven
she
had
only
just
gone
down
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
when
the
footman
announced
,
“
Konstantin
Dmitrievitch
Levin
.
”
The
princess
was
still
in
her
room
,
and
the
prince
had
not
come
in
.
“
So
it
is
to
be
,
”
thought
Kitty
,
and
all
the
blood
seemed
to
rush
to
her
heart
.
She
was
horrified
at
her
paleness
,
as
she
glanced
into
the
looking
-
glass
.
At
that
moment
she
knew
beyond
doubt
that
he
had
come
early
on
purpose
to
find
her
alone
and
to
make
her
an
offer
.
And
only
then
for
the
first
time
the
whole
thing
presented
itself
in
a
new
,
different
aspect
;
only
then
she
realized
that
the
question
did
not
affect
her
only
—
with
whom
she
would
be
happy
,
and
whom
she
loved
—
but
that
she
would
have
that
moment
to
wound
a
man
whom
she
liked
.
And
to
wound
him
cruelly
.
What
for
?
Because
he
,
dear
fellow
,
loved
her
,
was
in
love
with
her
.
But
there
was
no
help
for
it
,
so
it
must
be
,
so
it
would
have
to
be
.
