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“
She
’
s
just
the
same
and
just
as
charming
!
She
’
s
very
lovely
!
”
said
Kitty
,
when
she
was
alone
with
her
sister
.
“
But
there
’
s
something
piteous
about
her
.
Awfully
piteous
!
”
“
Yes
,
there
’
s
something
unusual
about
her
today
,
”
said
Dolly
.
“
When
I
went
with
her
into
the
hall
,
I
fancied
she
was
almost
crying
.
”
Anna
got
into
the
carriage
again
in
an
even
worse
frame
of
mind
than
when
she
set
out
from
home
.
To
her
previous
tortures
was
added
now
that
sense
of
mortification
and
of
being
an
outcast
which
she
had
felt
so
distinctly
on
meeting
Kitty
.
“
Where
to
?
Home
?
”
asked
Pyotr
.
“
Yes
,
home
,
”
she
said
,
not
even
thinking
now
where
she
was
going
.
“
How
they
looked
at
me
as
something
dreadful
,
incomprehensible
,
and
curious
!
What
can
he
be
telling
the
other
with
such
warmth
?
”
she
thought
,
staring
at
two
men
who
walked
by
.
“
Can
one
ever
tell
anyone
what
one
is
feeling
?
I
meant
to
tell
Dolly
,
and
it
’
s
a
good
thing
I
didn
’
t
tell
her
.
How
pleased
she
would
have
been
at
my
misery
!
She
would
have
concealed
it
,
but
her
chief
feeling
would
have
been
delight
at
my
being
punished
for
the
happiness
she
envied
me
for
.
Kitty
,
she
would
have
been
even
more
pleased
.
How
I
can
see
through
her
!
She
knows
I
was
more
than
usually
sweet
to
her
husband
.
And
she
’
s
jealous
and
hates
me
.
And
she
despises
me
.
In
her
eyes
I
’
m
an
immoral
woman
.
If
I
were
an
immoral
woman
I
could
have
made
her
husband
fall
in
love
with
me
.
.
.
if
I
’
d
cared
to
.
And
,
indeed
,
I
did
care
to
.
There
’
s
someone
who
’
s
pleased
with
himself
,
”
she
thought
,
as
she
saw
a
fat
,
rubicund
gentleman
coming
towards
her
.
He
took
her
for
an
acquaintance
,
and
lifted
his
glossy
hat
above
his
bald
,
glossy
head
,
and
then
perceived
his
mistake
.
“
He
thought
he
knew
me
.
Well
,
he
knows
me
as
well
as
anyone
in
the
world
knows
me
.
I
don
’
t
know
myself
.
I
know
my
appetites
,
as
the
French
say
.
They
want
that
dirty
ice
cream
,
that
they
do
know
for
certain
,
”
she
thought
,
looking
at
two
boys
stopping
an
ice
cream
seller
,
who
took
a
barrel
off
his
head
and
began
wiping
his
perspiring
face
with
a
towel
.
“
We
all
want
what
is
sweet
and
nice
.
If
not
sweetmeats
,
then
a
dirty
ice
.
And
Kitty
’
s
the
same
—
if
not
Vronsky
,
then
Levin
.
And
she
envies
me
,
and
hates
me
.
And
we
all
hate
each
other
.
I
Kitty
,
Kitty
me
.
Yes
,
that
’
s
the
truth
.
‘
Tiutkin
,
coiffeur
.
’
Je
me
fais
coiffer
par
Tiutkin
.
.
.
.
I
’
ll
tell
him
that
when
he
comes
,
”
she
thought
and
smiled
.
But
the
same
instant
she
remembered
that
she
had
no
one
now
to
tell
anything
amusing
to
.
“
And
there
’
s
nothing
amusing
,
nothing
mirthful
,
really
.
It
’
s
all
hateful
.
They
’
re
singing
for
vespers
,
and
how
carefully
that
merchant
crosses
himself
!
as
if
he
were
afraid
of
missing
something
.
Why
these
churches
and
this
singing
and
this
humbug
?
Simply
to
conceal
that
we
all
hate
each
other
like
these
cab
drivers
who
are
abusing
each
other
so
angrily
.
Yashvin
says
,
‘
He
wants
to
strip
me
of
my
shirt
,
and
I
him
of
his
.
’
Yes
,
that
’
s
the
truth
!
”
She
was
plunged
in
these
thoughts
,
which
so
engrossed
her
that
she
left
off
thinking
of
her
own
position
,
when
the
carriage
drew
up
at
the
steps
of
her
house
.
It
was
only
when
she
saw
the
porter
running
out
to
meet
her
that
she
remembered
she
had
sent
the
note
and
the
telegram
.
“
Is
there
an
answer
?
”
she
inquired
.
“
I
’
ll
see
this
minute
,
”
answered
the
porter
,
and
glancing
into
his
room
,
he
took
out
and
gave
her
the
thin
square
envelope
of
a
telegram
.
“
I
can
’
t
come
before
ten
o
’
clock
.
—
Vronsky
,
”
she
read
.
