"I'm a wicked woman, a lost woman," she thought; "but I don't like lying, I can't endure falsehood, while as for _him_ (her husband) it's the breath of his life--falsehood.

He knows all about it, he sees it all; what does he care if he can talk so calmly? If he were to kill me, if he were to kill Vronsky, I might respect him.

No, all he wants is falsehood and propriety," Anna said to herself, not considering exactly what it was she wanted of her husband, and how she would have liked to see him behave.