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- 226 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
her to enter. Raskolnikov had at first shown her the place on the
sofa where Zossimov had been sitting, but feeling that the sofa
which served him as a bed, was too familiar a place, he hur-
riedly motioned her to Razumihin's chair.
"You sit here," he said to Razumihin, putting him on thesofa.
Sonia sat down, almost shaking with terror, and looked tim-
idly at the two ladies. It was evidently almost inconceivable to
herself that she could sit down beside them. At the thought of
it, she was so frightened that she hurriedly got up again, and
in utter confusion addressed Raskolnikov.
"I . . . I . . . have come for one minute. Forgive me for dis-
turbing you," she began falteringly. "I come from Katerina
Ivanovna, and she had no one to send. Katerina Ivanovna told
me to beg you ... to be at the service ... in the morning ... at
the Mitrof anievsky . . . and then ... to us ... to her ... to do her
the honour . . . she told me to beg you . . ." Sonia stammered and
ceased speaking.
"I will try, certainly, most certainly," answered Raskolni-
kov. He, too, stood up, and he, too, faltered and could not finish
his sentence. "Please sit down," he said, suddenly. "I want to
talk to you. You are perhaps in a hurry, but please, be so kind,
spare me two minutes," and he drew up a chair for her.
Sonia sat down again, and again timidly she took a hurried,
frightened look at the two ladies, and dropped her eyes. Raskol-
nikov's pale face flushed, a shudder passed over him, his eyes
glowed.
"Mother," he said, firmly and insistently, "this is Sofya Sem-
yonovna Marmeladov, the daughter of that unfortunate Mr.
Marmeladov, who was run over yesterday before my eyes, and
of whom I was just telling you."
Pulcheria Alexandrovna glanced at Sonia, and slightly
screwed up her eyes. In spite of her embarrassment before
^odya's urgent and challenging look, she could not deny her-
self that satisfaction. Dounia gazed gravely and intently into
the poor girl's face, and scrutinised her with perplexity. Sonia,
hearing herself introduced, tried to raise her eyes again, but was
jiore embarrassed than ever.
"I wanted to ask you," said Raskolnikov, hastily, "how things
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