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"I don't talk about you, not about you at all. You're perfection.

Yes, yes, I know you're all perfection; but what am I to do if

I'm bad? This would never have been if I weren't bad. So let me

be what I am. I won't be a sham. What have I to do with Anna

Pavlovna? Let them go their way, and me go mine. I can't be

different.... And yet it's not that, it's not that."

"What is not that?" asked Varenka in bewilderment.

"Everything. I can't act except from the heart, and you act from

principle. I liked you simply, but you most likely only wanted to

save me, to improve me."

"You are unjust," said Varenka.

"But I'm not speaking of other people, I'm speaking of myself."

"Kitty," they heard her mother's voice, "come here, show papa

your necklace."

Kitty, with a haughty air, without making peace with her friend,

took the necklace in a little box from the table and went to her

mother.

"What's the matter? Why are you so red?" her mother and father

said to her with one voice.