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“
Come
,
tell
me
what
I
ought
to
do
to
give
you
peace
of
mind
?
I
am
ready
to
do
anything
to
make
you
happy
,
”
he
said
,
touched
by
her
expression
of
despair
;
“
what
wouldn
’
t
I
do
to
save
you
from
distress
of
any
sort
,
as
now
,
Anna
!
”
he
said
.
“
It
’
s
nothing
,
nothing
!
”
she
said
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
myself
whether
it
’
s
the
solitary
life
,
my
nerves
.
.
.
.
Come
,
don
’
t
let
us
talk
of
it
.
What
about
the
race
?
You
haven
’
t
told
me
!
”
she
inquired
,
trying
to
conceal
her
triumph
at
the
victory
,
which
had
anyway
been
on
her
side
.
He
asked
for
supper
,
and
began
telling
her
about
the
races
;
but
in
his
tone
,
in
his
eyes
,
which
became
more
and
more
cold
,
she
saw
that
he
did
not
forgive
her
for
her
victory
,
that
the
feeling
of
obstinacy
with
which
she
had
been
struggling
had
asserted
itself
again
in
him
.
He
was
colder
to
her
than
before
,
as
though
he
were
regretting
his
surrender
And
she
,
remembering
the
words
that
had
given
her
the
victory
,
“
how
I
feel
on
the
brink
of
calamity
,
how
afraid
I
am
of
myself
,
”
saw
that
this
weapon
was
a
dangerous
one
,
and
that
it
could
not
be
used
a
second
time
.
And
she
felt
that
beside
the
love
that
bound
them
together
there
had
grown
up
between
them
some
evil
spirit
of
strife
,
which
she
could
not
exorcise
from
his
,
and
still
less
from
her
own
heart
.
There
are
no
conditions
to
which
a
man
cannot
become
used
,
especially
if
he
sees
that
all
around
him
are
living
in
the
same
way
.
Levin
could
not
have
believed
three
months
before
that
he
could
have
gone
quietly
to
sleep
in
the
condition
in
which
he
was
that
day
,
that
leading
an
aimless
,
irrational
life
,
living
too
beyond
his
means
,
after
drinking
to
excess
(
he
could
not
call
what
happened
at
the
club
anything
else
)
,
forming
inappropriately
friendly
relations
with
a
man
with
whom
his
wife
had
once
been
in
love
,
and
a
still
more
inappropriate
call
upon
a
woman
who
could
only
be
called
a
lost
woman
,
after
being
fascinated
by
that
woman
and
causing
his
wife
distress
—
he
could
still
go
quietly
to
sleep
.
But
under
the
influence
of
fatigue
,
a
sleepless
night
,
and
the
wine
he
had
drunk
,
his
sleep
was
sound
and
untroubled
.
At
five
o
’
clock
the
creak
of
a
door
opening
waked
him
.
He
jumped
up
and
looked
round
.
Kitty
was
not
in
bed
beside
him
.
But
there
was
a
light
moving
behind
the
screen
,
and
he
heard
her
steps
.
“
What
is
it
?
.
.
.
what
is
it
?
”
he
said
,
half
-
asleep
.
“
Kitty
!
What
is
it
?
”
“
Nothing
,
”
she
said
,
coming
from
behind
the
screen
with
a
candle
in
her
hand
.
“
I
felt
unwell
,
”
she
said
,
smiling
a
particularly
sweet
and
meaning
smile
.
“
What
?
has
it
begun
?
”
he
said
in
terror
.
“
We
ought
to
send
.
.
.
.
”
and
hurriedly
he
reached
after
his
clothes
.
“
No
,
no
,
”
she
said
,
smiling
and
holding
his
hand
.
“
It
’
s
sure
to
be
nothing
.
I
was
rather
unwell
,
only
a
little
.
It
’
s
all
over
now
.
”
