Anna Karenina eBook

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“But do I know her ideas, her wishes, her feelings?” some voice suddenly whispered to him.  The smile died away from his face, and he grew thoughtful.  And suddenly a strange feeling came upon him.  There came over him a dread and doubt—­doubt of everything.

“What if she does not love me?  What if she’s marrying me simply to be married?  What if she doesn’t see herself what she’s doing?” he asked himself.  “She may come to her senses, and only when she is being married realize that she does not and cannot love me.”  And strange, most evil thoughts of her began to come to him.  He was jealous of Vronsky, as he had been a year ago, as though the evening he had seen her with Vronsky had been yesterday.  He suspected she had not told him everything.

He jumped up quickly.  “No, this can’t go on!” he said to himself in despair.  “I’ll go to her; I’ll ask her; I’ll say for the last time:  we are free, and hadn’t we better stay so?  Anything’s better than endless misery, disgrace, unfaithfulness!” With despair in his heart and bitter anger against all men, against himself, against her, he went out of the hotel and drove to her house.

He found her in one of the back rooms.  She was sitting on a chest and making some arrangements with her maid, sorting over heaps of dresses of different colors, spread on the backs of chairs and on the floor.

“Ah!” she cried, seeing him, and beaming with delight.  “Kostya!  Konstantin Dmitrievitch!” (These latter days she used these names almost alternately.) “I didn’t expect you!  I’m going through my wardrobe to see what’s for whom...”

“Oh! that’s very nice!” he said gloomily, looking at the maid.

“You can go, Dunyasha, I’ll call you presently,” said Kitty.  “Kostya, what’s the matter?” she asked, definitely adopting this familiar name as soon as the maid had gone out.  She noticed his strange face, agitated and gloomy, and a panic came over her.

“Kitty!  I’m in torture.  I can’t suffer alone,” he said with despair in his voice, standing before her and looking imploringly into her eyes.  He saw already from her loving, truthful face, that nothing could come of what he had meant to say, but yet he wanted her to reassure him herself.  “I’ve come to say that there’s still time.  This can all be stopped and set right.”

“What?  I don’t understand.  What is the matter?”

“What I have said a thousand times over, and can’t help thinking ...that I’m not worthy of you.  You couldn’t consent to marry me.  Think a little.  You’ve made a mistake.  Think it over thoroughly.  You can’t love me....  If...better say so,” he said, not looking at her.  “I shall be wretched.  Let people say what they like; anything’s better than misery....  Far better now while there’s still time....”

“I don’t understand,” she answered, panic-stricken; “you mean you want to give it up...don’t want it?”

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