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“You came here and did a good deed,” said Dolly, looking intently at her. I’m a dogaholic shirt. Anna looked at her with eyes wet with tears. “Don’t say that, Dolly. I’ve done nothing, and could do nothing. I often wonder why people are all in league to spoil me. What have I done, and what could I do? In your heart there was found love enough to forgive…” “If it had not been for you, God knows what would have happened! How happy you are, Anna!” said Dolly. “Everything is clear and good in your heart.”
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“Every heart has its own skeletons, as the English say.””You have no sort of skeleton, have you? Everything is so clear in you.” “I have!” said Anna suddenly, and, unexpectedly after her tears, a sly, ironical smile curved her lips. Come, he’s amusing, anyway, your skeleton, and not depressing,” said Dolly, smiling. “No, he’s depressing. Do you know why I’m going today instead of tomorrow? It’s a confession that weighs on me; I want to make it to you,” said Anna, letting herself drop definitely into an armchair, and looking straight into Dolly’s face. And to her surprise Dolly saw that Anna was blushing up to her ears, up to the curly black ringlets on her neck. “Yes,” Anna went on. “Do you know why Kitty didn’t come to dinner? she’s jealous of me. I have spoiled…I’ve been the cause of that ball being a torture to her instead of a pleasure. But truly, truly, it’s not my fault, or only my fault a little bit,” she said, daintily drawling the words “a little bit.”
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“Oh, how like Stiva you said that!” said Dolly, laughing. Anna was hurt. “Oh no, oh no! I’m not Stiva,” she said, knitting her brows. “That’s why I’m telling you, just because I could never let myself doubt myself for an instant,” said Anna. But at the very moment she was uttering the words, she felt that they were not true. She was not merely doubting herself, she felt emotion at the thought of Vronsky, and was going away sooner than she had meant, simply to avoid meeting him. “Yes, Stiva told me you danced the mazurka with him, and that he…”