Anna Karenina. Leo Tolstoy
is a way out of every position. We must take our line," he said. "Anything’s better than the position in which you’re living. Of course, I see how you torture yourself over everything—the world and your son and your husband."
"Oh, not over my husband," she said, with a quiet smile. "I don’t know him, I don’t think of him. He doesn’t exist."
"You’re not speaking sincerely. I know you. You worry about him too."
"Oh, he doesn’t even know," she said, and suddenly a hot flush came over her face; her cheeks, her brow, her neck crimsoned, and tears of shame came into her eyes. "But we won’t talk of him."
Chapter 23
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