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- 210 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
a flutter. "He will be thinking we are still angry after yesterday,
from our coming so late. Merciful heavens!"
While she said this she was hurriedly putting on her hat and
mantle; Dounia, too, put on her things. Her gloves, as Razu-
mihin noticed, were not merely shabby but had holes in them,
and yet this evident poverty gave the two ladies an air of special
dignity, which is always found in people who know how to wear
poor clothes. Razumihin looked reverently at Dounia and felt
proud of escorting her. "The queen who mended her stockings
in prison," he thought, "must have looked then every inch a
queen and even more a queen than at sumptuous banquets and
levees."
"My God," exclaimed Pulcheria Alexandrovna, "little did I
think that I should ever fear seeing my son, my darling, darling
Rodya! I am afraid, Dmitri Prokofitch," she added, glancing
at him timidly.
"Don't be afraid, mother," said Dounia, kissing her, "better
have faith in him."
"Oh, dear, I have faith in him, but I haven't slept all night,"
exclaimed the poor woman.
They came out into the street.
"Do you know, Dounia, when T. dozed a little this morningI dreamed of Marfa Petrovna . . . she was all in white . . . she
came up to me, took my hand, and shook her head at me, but
so sternly as though she were blaming me. ... Is that a good
omen? Oh, dear me! You don't know, Dmitri Prokofitch, that
Marfa Petrovna's dead!"
"No, I didn't know; who is Marfa Petrovna?"
"She died suddenly; and only fancy ..."
"Afterwards, mamma," put in Dounia. "He doesn't know
who Marfa Petrovna is."
"Ah, you don't know? And I was thinking that you knew
all about us. Forgive me, Dmitri Prokofitch, I don't know what
I am thinking about these last few days. I look upon you really
as a providence for us, and so I took it for granted that you
knew all about us. I look on you as a relation. . . . Don't be
angry with me for saying so. Dear me, what's the matter with
your right hand? Have you knocked it?"
"Yes, I bruised it," muttered Razumihin overjoyed.
"I sometimes speak too much from the heart, so that Dounia
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