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"He's not a --he's a doll! No one knows

hio

have killed, have torn to pieces a wife like me I wouldn't

have said, 'Anna, ma chere'! He's not a man, he's an official

machine He doesn't understand that I'm your wife, that he's

outside, that he's superfluous Don't let's talk of him!"

"You're unfair, very unfair, dearest," said Vronsky, trying to

soothe her "But never mind, don't let's talk of him Tell me

what you've been doing? What is the

with you, and what did the doctor say?"

She looked at hi arotesque aspects in her husband and was

awaiting the ine that it's not illness, but your condition When will

it be?"

The ironical light died away in her eyes, but a different s, he did not knohat, and of quiet

melancholy, came over her face

"Soon, soon You say that our position is miserable, that we