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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 229
Dounia smiled, flvished, pulled her hand away, and went off
quite happy.
"Come, that's capital," he said to Sonia, going back and
looking brightly at her. "God give peace to the dead, the living
have still to live. That is right, isn't it?"
Sonia looked surprised at the sudden brightness of his face.
He looked at her for some moments in silence. The whole history
of the dead father floated before his memory in those mo-
ments.. . .
"Heavens, Dounia," Pulcheria Alexandrovna began, as soon
as they were in the street, "I really feel relieved myself at
coming away — more at ease. How little did I think yesterday
in the train that I could ever be glad of that."
"I tell you again, mother, he is still very ill. Don't you see
it? Perhaps worrying about us upset him. We must be patient,
and much, much can be forgiven."
"Well, you were not very patient!" Pjulcheria Alexandrovna
caught her up, hotly and jealously. "Do you know, Dounia, I
was looking at you two. You are the very portrait of him, and
not so much in face as in soul. You are both melancholy, both
morose and hot tempered, both haughty and both generous.
. . . Surely he can't be an egoist, Dounia. Eh? When 1 think of
what is in store for us this evening, my heart sinks!"
"Don't be uneasy, mother. What must be, will be."
"Dounia, only think what a position we are in! What if
Pyotr Petrovitch breaks it off?" poor Pulcheria Alexandrovna
blurted out, incautiously.
"He won't be worth much if he does," answered Dounia,
sharply and contemptuously.
"We did well to come away," Pulcheria Alexandrovna hur-
riedly broke in. "He was in a hurry about some- business or
other. If he gets out and has a breath of air . . . it is fearfully
close in his room. . . . But where is one to get a breath of air
here. The very streets here feel like shut-up rooms. Good
heavens! what a town! . . . stay . . . this side . . . they will crush
you — carrying something. Why, it is a piano they have got, I
declare . . . how they push ... I am very much afraid of that
young woman, too."
"What young woman, mother?"
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