" I'll go away tomorrow...I'll do more.

What am I? An immoral woman! A stone round your neck.

I don't want to make you wretched, I don't want to! I'll set you free.

You don't love me; you love someone else!" Vronsky besought her to be calm, and declared that there was no trace of foundation for her jealousy; that he had never ceased, and never would cease, to love her; that he loved her more than ever.

"Anna, why distress yourself and me so?" he said to her, kissing her hands.