1 At a glimpse of a pretty woman, my thoughts.
2 She was jealous not of any particular woman but of the decrease of his love.
3 And Levin saw a new trait in this woman, who attracted him so extraordinarily.
4 If I were an immoral woman I could have made her husband fall in love with me.
5 She was not living only because she was more beautiful than a living woman can be.
6 Well, you see, in such a position any other woman would not have found resources in herself.
7 "I believe you picture every woman simply as a female, une couveuse," said Stepan Arkadyevitch.
8 And in this simplicity and nakedness of her soul, she, the very woman he loved in her, was more manifest than ever.
9 Kitty had been thrown into confusion by the inward conflict between her antagonism to this bad woman and her desire to be nice to her.
10 Another lamp with a reflector was hanging on the wall, lighting up a big full-length portrait of a woman, which Levin could not help looking at.
11 "She is a very sweet, very, very unhappy, good woman," he said, telling her about Anna, her occupations, and what she had told him to say to her.
12 She was less dazzling in reality, but, on the other hand, there was something fresh and seductive in the living woman which was not in the portrait.
13 The whole world of woman, which had taken for him since his marriage a new value he had never suspected before, was now so exalted that he could not take it in in his imagination.
14 She liked him indeed extremely, and, in spite of the striking difference, from the masculine point of view, between Vronsky and Levin, as a woman she saw something they had in common, which had made Kitty able to love both.
15 It was not a picture, but a living, charming woman, with black curling hair, with bare arms and shoulders, with a pensive smile on the lips, covered with soft down; triumphantly and softly she looked at him with eyes that baffled him.
16 Anna had come from behind the treillage to meet him, and Levin saw in the dim light of the study the very woman of the portrait, in a dark blue shot gown, not in the same position nor with the same expression, but with the same perfection of beauty which the artist had caught in the portrait.
17 She had risen to meet him, not concealing her pleasure at seeing him; and in the quiet ease with which she held out her little vigorous hand, introduced him to Vorkuev and indicated a red-haired, pretty little girl who was sitting at work, calling her her pupil, Levin recognized and liked the manners of a woman of the great world, always self-possessed and natural.
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