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“
It
is
only
those
two
creatures
that
I
love
,
and
one
excludes
the
other
.
I
can
’
t
have
them
together
,
and
that
’
s
the
only
thing
I
want
.
And
since
I
can
’
t
have
that
,
I
don
’
t
care
about
the
rest
.
I
don
’
t
care
about
anything
,
anything
.
And
it
will
end
one
way
or
another
,
and
so
I
can
’
t
,
I
don
’
t
like
to
talk
of
it
.
So
don
’
t
blame
me
,
don
’
t
judge
me
for
anything
.
You
can
’
t
with
your
pure
heart
understand
all
that
I
’
m
suffering
.
”
She
went
up
,
sat
down
beside
Dolly
,
and
with
a
guilty
look
,
peeped
into
her
face
and
took
her
hand
.
“
What
are
you
thinking
?
What
are
you
thinking
about
me
?
Don
’
t
despise
me
.
I
don
’
t
deserve
contempt
.
I
’
m
simply
unhappy
.
If
anyone
is
unhappy
,
I
am
,
”
she
articulated
,
and
turning
away
,
she
burst
into
tears
.
Left
alone
,
Darya
Alexandrovna
said
her
prayers
and
went
to
bed
.
She
had
felt
for
Anna
with
all
her
heart
while
she
was
speaking
to
her
,
but
now
she
could
not
force
herself
to
think
of
her
.
The
memories
of
home
and
of
her
children
rose
up
in
her
imagination
with
a
peculiar
charm
quite
new
to
her
,
with
a
sort
of
new
brilliance
.
That
world
of
her
own
seemed
to
her
now
so
sweet
and
precious
that
she
would
not
on
any
account
spend
an
extra
day
outside
it
,
and
she
made
up
her
mind
that
she
would
certainly
go
back
next
day
.
Anna
meantime
went
back
to
her
boudoir
,
took
a
wine
-
glass
and
dropped
into
it
several
drops
of
a
medicine
,
of
which
the
principal
ingredient
was
morphine
.
After
drinking
it
off
and
sitting
still
a
little
while
,
she
went
into
her
bedroom
in
a
soothed
and
more
cheerful
frame
of
mind
.
When
she
went
into
the
bedroom
,
Vronsky
looked
intently
at
her
.
He
was
looking
for
traces
of
the
conversation
which
he
knew
that
,
staying
so
long
in
Dolly
’
s
room
,
she
must
have
had
with
her
.
But
in
her
expression
of
restrained
excitement
,
and
of
a
sort
of
reserve
,
he
could
find
nothing
but
the
beauty
that
always
bewitched
him
afresh
though
he
was
used
to
it
,
the
consciousness
of
it
,
and
the
desire
that
it
should
affect
him
.
He
did
not
want
to
ask
her
what
they
had
been
talking
of
,
but
he
hoped
that
she
would
tell
him
something
of
her
own
accord
.
But
she
only
said
:
“
I
am
so
glad
you
like
Dolly
.
You
do
,
don
’
t
you
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
’
ve
known
her
a
long
while
,
you
know
.
She
’
s
very
good
-
hearted
,
I
suppose
,
mais
excessivement
terre
-
à
-
terre
.
Still
,
I
’
m
very
glad
to
see
her
.
”
He
took
Anna
’
s
hand
and
looked
inquiringly
into
her
eyes
.
Misinterpreting
the
look
,
she
smiled
to
him
.
Next
morning
,
in
spite
of
the
protests
of
her
hosts
,
Darya
Alexandrovna
prepared
for
her
homeward
journey
.
Levin
’
s
coachman
,
in
his
by
no
means
new
coat
and
shabby
hat
,
with
his
ill
-
matched
horses
and
his
coach
with
the
patched
mud
-
guards
,
drove
with
gloomy
determination
into
the
covered
gravel
approach
.
