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“
No
,
but
he
’
s
so
used
to
a
spiritual
life
that
he
can
’
t
reconcile
himself
with
actual
fact
,
and
Varenka
is
after
all
fact
.
”
Levin
had
grown
used
by
now
to
uttering
his
thought
boldly
,
without
taking
the
trouble
of
clothing
it
in
exact
language
.
He
knew
that
his
wife
,
in
such
moments
of
loving
tenderness
as
now
,
would
understand
what
he
meant
to
say
from
a
hint
,
and
she
did
understand
him
.
“
Yes
,
but
there
’
s
not
so
much
of
that
actual
fact
about
her
as
about
me
.
I
can
see
that
he
would
never
have
cared
for
me
.
She
is
altogether
spiritual
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
he
is
so
fond
of
you
,
and
I
am
always
so
glad
when
my
people
like
you
.
.
.
.
”
“
Yes
,
he
’
s
very
nice
to
me
;
but
.
.
.
.
”
“
It
’
s
not
as
it
was
with
poor
Nikolay
.
.
.
you
really
cared
for
each
other
,
”
Levin
finished
.
“
Why
not
speak
of
him
?
”
he
added
.
“
I
sometimes
blame
myself
for
not
;
it
ends
in
one
’
s
forgetting
.
Ah
,
how
terrible
and
dear
he
was
!
.
.
.
Yes
,
what
were
we
talking
about
?
”
Levin
said
,
after
a
pause
.
“
You
think
he
can
’
t
fall
in
love
,
”
said
Kitty
,
translating
into
her
own
language
.
“
It
’
s
not
so
much
that
he
can
’
t
fall
in
love
,
”
Levin
said
,
smiling
,
“
but
he
has
not
the
weakness
necessary
.
.
.
.
I
’
ve
always
envied
him
,
and
even
now
,
when
I
’
m
so
happy
,
I
still
envy
him
.
”
“
You
envy
him
for
not
being
able
to
fall
in
love
?
”
