"What? what is it?" he asked, knowing beforehand what.

"You're in love with that hateful woman; she has bewitched you!

I saw it in your eyes. Yes, yes! What can it all lead to? You

were drinking at the club, drinking and gambling, and then you

went...to her of all people! No, we must go away.... I shall go

away tomorrow."

It was a long while before Levin could soothe his wife. At last

he succeeded in calming her, only by confessing that a feeling of

pity, in conjunction with the wine he had drunk, had been too

much for him, that he had succumbed to Anna's artful influence,

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and that he would avoid her. One thing he did with more

sincerity confess to was that living so long in Moscow, a life of

nothing but conversation, eating and drinking, he was

degenerating. They talked till three o'clock in the morning.

Only at three o'clock were they sufficiently reconciled to be

able to go to sleep.




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