" I'm sorry, I'm sorry; but what could I do? It's not my fault," she said to herself; but an inner voice told her something else.
Whether she felt remorse at having won Levin's love, or at having refused him, she did not know.
But her happiness was poisoned by doubts.
" Lord, have pity on us; Lord, have pity on us; Lord, have pity on us!" she repeated to herself, till she fell asleep.