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- 228 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
reply, in a loud rapid whisper; and again she looked down in
confusion. Her lips and chin were trembling once more. She had
been struck at once by Raskolnikov's poor surroundings, and
now these words broke out spontaneously. A silence followed.
There was a light in Dounia's eyes, and even Pulcheria Alexan-
drovna looked kindly at Sonia.
"Rodya," she said, getting up, "we shall have dinner to-
gether, ofcourse. Come, Dounia. . . . And you, Rodya, had bet-
ter gofor a little walk, and then rest and lie down before you
come to see us. ... I am afraid we have exhausted you. . . ."
"Yes, yes, I'll come," he answered, getting up fussily. "But
I have something to see to."
"But surely you will have dinner together?" cried Razumihin,
looking in surprise at Raskolnikov. "What do you mean?"
"Yes, yes, I am coming ... of course, of course! And you
stay a minute. You do not want him just now, do you, mother?
Or perhaps I am taking him from you?"
"Oh, no, no. And will you, Dmitri Prokofitch, do us the
favour of dining with us?"
"Please do," added Dounia.
Razumihin bowed, positively radiant. For one moment, they
were all strangely embarrassed.
"Good-bye, Rodya, that is till we meet. I do not like saying
good-bye. Good-bye, Nastasya. Ah, I have said good-bye again."
Pulcheria Alexandrovna meant to greet Sonia, too; but it
somehow failed to come off, and she went in a flutter out of
the room.
But Avdotya Romanovna seemed to await her turn, and fol-
lowing her mother out, gave Sonia an attentive, courteous bow.
Sonia, in confusion, gave a hurried, frightened curtsy. There was
a look of poignant discomfort in her face, as though Avdotya
Romanovna's courtesy and attention were oppressive and pain-
ful to her.
"Dounia, good-bye," called Raskolnikov, in the passage.
"Give me your hand."
"Why, I did give it you. Have you forgotten?" said Dounia,
♦■urning warmly and awkwardly to him.
"Never mind, give it to me again." And he squeezed her
fingers warmly.
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