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She recalled with wonder her state of mind on the previous day.

"What was it? Nothing. Vronsky said something silly, which it was

easy to put a stop to, and I answered as I ought to have done. To

speak of it to my husband would be unnecessary and out of the

question. To speak of it would be to attach importance to what

has no importance." She remembered how she had told her husband

of what was almost a declaration made her at Petersburg by a

young man, one of her husband's subordinates, and how Alexey

Alexandrovitch had answered that every woman living in the world

was exposed to such incidents, but that he had the fullest

confidence in her tact, and could never lower her and himself by

jealousy. "So then there's no reason to speak of it? And indeed,

thank God, there's nothing to speak of," she told herself.

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