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PART SIX-18
Now they were by themselves, and Anna did not know what to talk about. She sat in the window looking at Dolly, and going over in her own mind all the stores of intimate talk which had seemed so inexhaustible beforehand, and she found nothing. At that moment it seemed to her that everything had been said already. "Well, what of Kitty?" she said with a heavy sigh, looking penitently at Dolly. "Tell me the truth, Dolly: isn’t she angry with me?" "Angry? Oh, no!" said Darya Alexandrovna, smiling. "But she hates me, despises me?" "Oh, no! But you know that sort of thing isn’t forgiven." "Yes, yes," said Anna, turning away and looking out of the open window. "But I was not to blame. And who is to blame? What’s the meaning of being to blame? Could it have been otherwise? What do you think? C
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