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After
taking
leave
of
her
guests
,
Anna
did
not
sit
down
,
but
began
walking
up
and
down
the
room
.
She
had
unconsciously
the
whole
evening
done
her
utmost
to
arouse
in
Levin
a
feeling
of
love
—
as
of
late
she
had
fallen
into
doing
with
all
young
men
—
and
she
knew
she
had
attained
her
aim
,
as
far
as
was
possible
in
one
evening
,
with
a
married
and
conscientious
man
.
She
liked
him
indeed
extremely
,
and
,
in
spite
of
the
striking
difference
,
from
the
masculine
point
of
view
,
between
Vronsky
and
Levin
,
as
a
woman
she
saw
something
they
had
in
common
,
which
had
made
Kitty
able
to
love
both
.
Yet
as
soon
as
he
was
out
of
the
room
,
she
ceased
to
think
of
him
.
One
thought
,
and
one
only
,
pursued
her
in
different
forms
,
and
refused
to
be
shaken
off
.
“
If
I
have
so
much
effect
on
others
,
on
this
man
,
who
loves
his
home
and
his
wife
,
why
is
it
he
is
so
cold
to
me
?
.
.
.
not
cold
exactly
,
he
loves
me
,
I
know
that
!
But
something
new
is
drawing
us
apart
now
.
Why
wasn
’
t
he
here
all
the
evening
?
He
told
Stiva
to
say
he
could
not
leave
Yashvin
,
and
must
watch
over
his
play
.
Is
Yashvin
a
child
?
But
supposing
it
’
s
true
.
He
never
tells
a
lie
.
But
there
’
s
something
else
in
it
if
it
’
s
true
.
He
is
glad
of
an
opportunity
of
showing
me
that
he
has
other
duties
;
I
know
that
,
I
submit
to
that
.
But
why
prove
that
to
me
?
He
wants
to
show
me
that
his
love
for
me
is
not
to
interfere
with
his
freedom
.
But
I
need
no
proofs
,
I
need
love
.
He
ought
to
understand
all
the
bitterness
of
this
life
for
me
here
in
Moscow
.
Is
this
life
?
I
am
not
living
,
but
waiting
for
an
event
,
which
is
continually
put
off
and
put
off
.
No
answer
again
!
And
Stiva
says
he
cannot
go
to
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
.
And
I
can
’
t
write
again
.
I
can
do
nothing
,
can
begin
nothing
,
can
alter
nothing
;
I
hold
myself
in
,
I
wait
,
inventing
amusements
for
myself
—
the
English
family
,
writing
,
reading
—
but
it
’
s
all
nothing
but
a
sham
,
it
’
s
all
the
same
as
morphine
.
He
ought
to
feel
for
me
,
”
she
said
,
feeling
tears
of
self
-
pity
coming
into
her
eyes
.
She
heard
Vronsky
’
s
abrupt
ring
and
hurriedly
dried
her
tears
—
not
only
dried
her
tears
,
but
sat
down
by
a
lamp
and
opened
a
book
,
affecting
composure
.
She
wanted
to
show
him
that
she
was
displeased
that
he
had
not
come
home
as
he
had
promised
—
displeased
only
,
and
not
on
any
account
to
let
him
see
her
distress
,
and
least
of
all
,
her
self
-
pity
.
She
might
pity
herself
,
but
he
must
not
pity
her
.
She
did
not
want
strife
,
she
blamed
him
for
wanting
to
quarrel
,
but
unconsciously
put
herself
into
an
attitude
of
antagonism
.
“
Well
,
you
’
ve
not
been
dull
?
”
he
said
,
eagerly
and
good
-
humoredly
,
going
up
to
her
.
“
What
a
terrible
passion
it
is
—
gambling
!
”
“
No
,
I
’
ve
not
been
dull
;
I
’
ve
learned
long
ago
not
to
be
dull
.
Stiva
has
been
here
and
Levin
.
”
“
Yes
,
they
meant
to
come
and
see
you
.
Well
,
how
did
you
like
Levin
?
”
he
said
,
sitting
down
beside
her
.
“
Very
much
.
They
have
not
long
been
gone
.
What
was
Yashvin
doing
?
”
“
He
was
winning
—
seventeen
thousand
.
I
got
him
away
.
He
had
really
started
home
,
but
he
went
back
again
,
and
now
he
’
s
losing
.
”
“
Then
what
did
you
stay
for
?
”
she
asked
,
suddenly
lifting
her
eyes
to
him
.
The
expression
of
her
face
was
cold
and
ungracious
.
