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`There was absolutely nothing in it. That's just what I say - it was awfully stupid. Well, then, when do you think of going?'
Anna shook her head as though trying to drive away some unpleasant idea.
`When? Why, the sooner the better! By tomorrow we shan't be ready. The day after tomorrow.'
`Yes.... Oh, no, wait a minute! The day after tomorrow's Sunday - I have to be at maman's,' said Vronsky, embarrassed, because as soon as he uttered his mother's name he was aware of her intent, suspicious eyes. His embarrassment confirmed her suspicion. She flushed hotly and drew away from him. It was now not the Queen of Sweden's swimming mistress who filled Anna's imagination, but the young Princess Sorokina. She was staying in a village near Moscow with Countess Vronsky.
`Can't you go tomorrow?' she said.
`Well, no! The deeds and the money for the business I'm going there for I can't get by tomorrow,' he answered.
`If so, we won't go at all.'
`But why so?'
`I shall not go later. Monday or never!'
`What for?' said Vronsky, as though in amazement. `Why, there's no meaning in it!'
`There's no meaning in it to you, because you care nothing for me. You don't care to understand my life. The one thing that I cared for here was Hannah. You say it's affectation. Why, you said yesterday that I don't love my daughter, that I love this English girl, that it's unnatural. I should like to know what life there is for me that could be natural!'
For an instant she had a clear vision of what she was doing, and was horrified at how she had fallen away from her resolution. But even though she knew it was her own ruin, she could not restrain herself, could not keep herself from proving to him that he was wrong, could not give way to him.
`I never said that; I said I did not sympathize with this sudden passion.'
`How is it, though you boast of your straightforwardness, you don't tell the truth?'
`I never boast, and I never tell lies,' he said slowly, restraining his rising anger. `It's a great pity if you can't respect...'
`Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.... And if you don't love me any more, it would be better and more honest to say so.'
`No, this is becoming unbearable!' cried Vronsky, getting up from his chair; and stopping short, facing her, he said speaking deliberately:
`What do you try my patience for?' looking as though he might have said much more, but was restraining himself. `It has limits.'
`What do you mean by that?' she cried, looking with terror at the undisguised hatred in his whole face, and especially in his cruel, sinister eyes.
`I mean to say...' he was beginning, but he checked himself. `I must ask what it is you want of me?'
`What I can want? All I can want is that you should not desert me, as you think of doing,' she said, understanding all he had not uttered. `But that I don't want; that's secondary. I want love, and there is none. So then, all is at an end.'
She turned toward the door.
`Stop! sto-op!' said Vronsky, with no change in the gloomy lines of his brows, though he held her by the hand. `What is it all about? I said that we must put off going for three days, and on that you told me I was lying, that I was not an honorable man.'
`Yes, and I repeat that the man who reproaches me with having sacrificed everything for me,' she said, recalling the words of a still earlier quarrel, `is worse than a dishonorable man - he's a heartless man.'
`Oh, there are limits to endurance!' he cried, and hastily let go her hand.
`He hates me, that's clear,' she thought, and in silence, without looking round, she walked with faltering steps out of the room. `He loves another woman, that's even clearer,' she said to herself as she went into her own room. `I want love, and there is none. So, then, all is at an end,' she repeated the words she had said, `and it must be put to an end.'
`But how?' she asked herself, and she sat down in a low chair before the looking glass.
Thoughts of where she would go now, whether to the aunt who had brought her up, to Dolly, or simply alone, abroad, and of what he was doing now alone in his study; whether this was the final quarrel, or whether reconciliation were still possible; and of what all her old friends at Peterburg would say of her now; and of how Alexei Alexandrovich would look at it, and many other ideas of what would happen now after the rupture, came into her head; but she did not give herself up to them with all her heart. At the bottom of her heart was some obscure idea that alone interested her, but she could not get clear sight of it. Thinking once more of Alexei Alexandrovich, she recalled the time of her illness after her confinement, and the feeling which never left her at that time. `Why didn't I die?' she recalled the words and the feeling of that time. And all at once she knew what was in her soul. Yes, it was that idea which alone solved all. `Yes, to die!...'
`And the shame and disgrace of Alexei Alexandrovich and of Seriozha, and my awful shame - death will be the salvation of everything. To die! And he will feel remorse; will be sorry; will love me; he will suffer on my account.' With a fixed smile of commiseration for herself she sat down in the armchair, taking off and putting on the rings on her left hand, vividly picturing from different sides his feelings after her death.
Approaching footsteps - his steps - distracted her attention. As though absorbed in the arrangement of her rings, she did not even turn to him.
He went up to her, and taking her by the hand, said softly:
`Anna, we'll go the day after tomorrow, if you like. I agree to everything.'
She did not speak.
`What is it?' he urged.
`You know,' she said, and at the same instant, unable to restrain herself any longer, she burst into sobs.
`Cast me off - do!' - she articulated between her sobs. `I'll go away tomorrow.... I'll do more than that. What am I? A depraved woman! A stone round your neck. I don't want to make you wretched; I don't want to! I'll set you free. You don't love me; you love someone else!'
Vronsky besought her to be calm, and declared that there was no trace of foundation for her jealousy; that he had never ceased, and never would cease, to love her; that he loved her more than ever.
`Anna, why distress yourself and me so?' he said to her, kissing her hands. There was tenderness now in his face, and she fancied she caught the sound of tears in his voice, and she felt them wet on her hand. And instantly Anna's despairing jealousy changed to a despairing passion of tenderness. She put her arms round him, and covered with kisses his head, his neck, his hands.
? Leo Tolstoy