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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 177
Marmeladov was in the last agony; he did not take his eyes
off the face of Katerina Ivanovna, who was bending over him
again. He kept trying to say something to her; he began moving
his tongue with difficulty and articulating indistinctly, but
Katerina Ivanovna, understanding that he wanted to ask her
forgiveness, called peremptorily to him:
"Be silent! No need! I know what you want to say!" And the
sick man was silent, but at the same instant his wandering eyes
strayed to the doorway and he saw Sonia.
Till then he had not noticed her: she was standing in the
shadow in a corner.
"Who's that? Who's that?" he said suddenly in a thick gasping
voice, in agitation, turning his eyes in horror towards the door
where his daughter was standing, and trying to sit up.
"Lie down! Lie do-own!" cried Katerina Ivanovna.
With unnatural strength he had succeeded in propping him-
self on his elbow. He looked wildly and fixedly for some time on
his daughter, as though not recognising her. He had never seen
her before in such attire. Suddenly he recognised her, crushed
and ashamed in her humiliation and gaudy finery, meekly await-
ing her turn to say good-bye to her dying father. His face
showed intense suffering.
"Sonia! Daughter! Forgive!" he cried, and he tried to hold
out his hand to her, but losing his balance, he fell off the sofa,
face downwards on the floor. They rushed to pick him up, they
put him on the sofa; but he was dying. Sonia with a faint cry
ran up, embraced him and remained so without moving. He
died in her arms.
"He's got what he wanted," Katerina Ivanovna cried, seeing
her husband's dead body. "Well, what's to be done now? How
am I bury him! What can I give them to-morrow to eat?"
Raskolnikov went up to Katerina Ivanovna.
"Katerina Ivanovna," he began, "last week your hiisband told
me all his life and circumstances. . . . Believe me, he spoke of
you with passionate reverence. From that evening, when I learnt
how devoted he was to you all and how he loved and respected
you especially, Katerina Ivanovna, in spite of his unfortunate
weakness, from that evening we became friends. . . . Allow me
now ... to do something ... to repay my debt to my dead friend.
Here are twenty roubles I think — and if that can be of any as'
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