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"There’s one thing ... that old love affair of Varenka’s," she said, a natural chain of ideas bringing her to this point. "I should have liked to say something to Sergey Ivanovitch, to prepare him. They’re all—all men, I mean," she added, "awfully jealous over our past." "Not all," said Dolly. "You judge by your own husband. It makes him miserable even now to remember Vronsky. Eh? that’s true, isn’t it?" "Yes," Kitty answered, a pensive smile in her eyes. "But I really don’t know," the mother put in in defense of her motherly care of her daughter, "what there was in your past that could worry him? That Vronsky paid you attentions—that happens to every girl." "Oh, yes, but we didn’t mean that," Kitty said, flushing a little. "No, let me speak," her mother went on, "why, you yourself wo