Anna Karenina

Chapter 13
There are no conditions to which a man cannot become used, especially if
he sees that all around him are living in the same way. Levin could not
have believed three months before that he could have gone quietly to sleep
in the condition in which he was that day, that leading an aimless irrational
life, living too beyond his means, after drinking to excess (he could not call
what happened at the club anything else), forming inappropriately friendly
relations with a man with whom his wife had once been in love, and a still
more inappropriate call upon a woman who could only be called a lost
woman, after being fascinated by that woman and causing his wife
distress--he could still go quietly to sleep. But under the influence of
fatigue, a sleepless night, and the wine he had drunk, his sleep was sound
and untroubled.
At five o'clock the creak of a door opening waked him. He jumped up and
looked round. Kitty was not in bed beside him. But there was a light
moving behind the screen, and he heard her steps.
"What is it?...what is it?" he said, half-asleep. "Kitty! What is it?"
"Nothing," she said, coming from behind the screen with a candle in her
hand. "I felt unwell," she said, smiling a particularly sweet and meaning
smile.
"What? has it begun?" he said in terror. "We ought to send..." and hurriedly
he reached after his clothes.
"No, no," she said, smiling and holding his hand. "It's sure to be nothing. I
was rather unwell, only a little. It's all over now."
And getting into bed, she blew out the candle, lay down and was still.
Though he thought her stillness suspicious, as though she were holding her
breath, and still more suspicious the expression of peculiar tenderness and
excitement with which, as she came from behind the screen, she said
"nothing," he was so sleepy that he fell asleep at once. Only later he
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