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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 227
were arranged yesterday. You were not worried by the police,
for instance?"
"No, that was all right ... it was too evident, the cause of
death . . . they did not worry us . . . only the lodgers are angry."
"Why?"
"At the body's remaining so long. You see it is hot now. So
that, to-day, they will carry it to the cemetery, into the chapel,
until to-morrow. At first Katerina Ivanovna was unwilling, but
now she sees herself that it's necessary . . ."
"To-day, then?"
"She begs you to do us the honour to be in the church to-
morrow for the service, and then to be present at the funeral
lunch."
"She is giving a funeral lunch?"
"Yes . . . just a little. . . . She told me to thank you very
much for helping us yesterday. But for you, we should have
had nothing for the funeral."
All at once her lips and chin began trembling, but, with an
eflFort, she controlled herself, looking down again.
During the conversation, Raskolnikov watched her carefully.
She had a thin, very thin, pale little face, rather irregular and
angular, with a sharp little nose and chin. She could not have
been called pretty, but her blue eyes were so clear, and when
they lighted up, there was such a kindliness and simplicity in
her expression that one could not help being attracted. Her
face, and her whole figure indeed, had another peculiar char-
acteristic. Inspite of her eighteen years, she looked almost a
little girl — almost a child. And in some of her gestures, this
childishness seemed almost absurd.
"But has Katerina Ivanovna been able to manage with such
small means? Does she even mean to have a funeral lunch?"
Raskolnikov asked, persistently keeping up the conversation.
"The coffin will be plain, of course . . . and everything will be
plain, so it won't cost much. Katerina Ivanovna and I have reck-
oned itall out, so that there will be enough left . . . and Katerina
Ivanovna was very anxious it should be so. You know one can't
. . . it's a comfort to her . . . she is like that, you know. . . ."
"I understand, I understand ... of course . . . why do you look
at my room like that? My mother has just said it is like a tomb."
"You gave vis everything yesterday," Sonia said suddenly, in
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