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a martyr to distraction by so many women.
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Forgive me, but I find that incomprehensible.
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As though, I should leave this restaurant
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and steal a roll from a baker's shop.
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Well, you know, a freshly baked roll.
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I'm talking about love, and you're talking about your appetite.
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Easily confused. Now, do you know, um, Count Vronsky?
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Who? No. Why?
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He's your rival.
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He turned up from Petersburg after you left.
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Who is he?
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Oh, you don't need to worry about him.