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“
Give
it
to
me
,
Anna
Arkadyevna
,
”
said
Vorkuev
,
indicating
the
book
.
“
It
’
s
well
worth
taking
up
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
,
it
’
s
all
so
sketchy
.
”
“
I
told
him
about
it
,
”
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
said
to
his
sister
,
nodding
at
Levin
.
“
You
shouldn
’
t
have
.
My
writing
is
something
after
the
fashion
of
those
little
baskets
and
carving
which
Liza
Mertsalova
used
to
sell
me
from
the
prisons
.
She
had
the
direction
of
the
prison
department
in
that
society
,
”
she
turned
to
Levin
;
“
and
they
were
miracles
of
patience
,
the
work
of
those
poor
wretches
.
”
And
Levin
saw
a
new
trait
in
this
woman
,
who
attracted
him
so
extraordinarily
.
Besides
wit
,
grace
,
and
beauty
,
she
had
truth
.
She
had
no
wish
to
hide
from
him
all
the
bitterness
of
her
position
.
As
she
said
that
she
sighed
,
and
her
face
suddenly
taking
a
hard
expression
,
looked
as
it
were
turned
to
stone
.
With
that
expression
on
her
face
she
was
more
beautiful
than
ever
;
but
the
expression
was
new
;
it
was
utterly
unlike
that
expression
,
radiant
with
happiness
and
creating
happiness
,
which
had
been
caught
by
the
painter
in
her
portrait
.
Levin
looked
more
than
once
at
the
portrait
and
at
her
figure
,
as
taking
her
brother
’
s
arm
she
walked
with
him
to
the
high
doors
and
he
felt
for
her
a
tenderness
and
pity
at
which
he
wondered
himself
.
She
asked
Levin
and
Vorkuev
to
go
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
while
she
stayed
behind
to
say
a
few
words
to
her
brother
.
“
About
her
divorce
,
about
Vronsky
,
and
what
he
’
s
doing
at
the
club
,
about
me
?
”
wondered
Levin
.
And
he
was
so
keenly
interested
by
the
question
of
what
she
was
saying
to
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
,
that
he
scarcely
heard
what
Vorkuev
was
telling
him
of
the
qualities
of
the
story
for
children
Anna
Arkadyevna
had
written
.
At
tea
the
same
pleasant
sort
of
talk
,
full
of
interesting
matter
,
continued
.
There
was
not
a
single
instant
when
a
subject
for
conversation
was
to
seek
;
on
the
contrary
,
it
was
felt
that
one
had
hardly
time
to
say
what
one
had
to
say
,
and
eagerly
held
back
to
hear
what
the
others
were
saying
.
And
all
that
was
said
,
not
only
by
her
,
but
by
Vorkuev
and
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
—
all
,
so
it
seemed
to
Levin
,
gained
peculiar
significance
from
her
appreciation
and
her
criticism
.
While
he
followed
this
interesting
conversation
,
Levin
was
all
the
time
admiring
her
—
her
beauty
,
her
intelligence
,
her
culture
,
and
at
the
same
time
her
directness
and
genuine
depth
of
feeling
He
listened
and
talked
,
and
all
the
while
he
was
thinking
of
her
inner
life
,
trying
to
divine
her
feelings
.
And
though
he
had
judged
her
so
severely
hitherto
,
now
by
some
strange
chain
of
reasoning
he
was
justifying
her
and
was
also
sorry
for
her
,
and
afraid
that
Vronsky
did
not
fully
understand
her
.
At
eleven
o
’
clock
,
when
Stepan
Arkadyevitch
got
up
to
go
(
Vorkuev
had
left
earlier
)
,
it
seemed
to
Levin
that
he
had
only
just
come
.
Regretfully
Levin
too
rose
.
“
Good
-
bye
,
”
she
said
,
holding
his
hand
and
glancing
into
his
face
with
a
winning
look
.
“
I
am
very
glad
que
la
glace
est
rompue
.
”
