<br><p><b>Identifier</b>: annakareninanove00tols (<a class="external text" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Special%3ASearch&amp;profile=default&amp;fulltext=Search&amp;search=insource%3A%2Fannakareninanove00tols%2F">find matches</a>)<br><b>Title</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidannakareninanove00tols">Anna Karenina : a novel</a><br><b>Year</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookyear1919">1919</a> (<a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookdecade1910">1910s</a>)<br><b>Authors</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorTolstoy__Leo__graf__1828_1910">Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookauthorGarnett__Constance_Black__1862_1946_tr__trl">Garnett, Constance Black, 1862-1946 tr. trl</a><br><b>Subjects</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectMarried_women">Married women</a> <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksubjectAdultery">Adultery</a><br><b>Publisher</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookpublisherPhiladelphia___G__W__Jacobs">Philadelphia : G. W. Jacobs</a><br><b>Contributing Library</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookcontributorHarold_B__Lee_Library">Harold B. Lee Library</a><br><b>Digitizing Sponsor</b>:  <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/booksponsorBrigham_Young_University">Brigham Young University</a><br><br><b>View Book Page</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/stream/annakareninanove00tols/annakareninanove00tols#page/n116/mode/1up">Book Viewer</a><br><b>About This Book</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://archive.org/details/annakareninanove00tols">Catalog Entry</a><br><b>View All Images</b>: <a rel="nofollow" class="external text" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/internetarchivebookimages/tags/bookidannakareninanove00tols">All Images From Book</a><br>
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<p>Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910;
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Garnett, Constance Black, 1862-1946 tr. trl
1919
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