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- 388 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
soon as he told her, she suddenly fancied that she had really fore-
seen this very thing.
"Stop, Sonia, enough! don't torture me," he begged her
miserably.
It was not at all, not at all like this he had thought of telling
her, but this is how it happened.
She jumped up, seeming not to know what she was doing, and,
wringing her hands, walked into the middle of the room; but,
quickly went back and sat down again beside him, her shoulder
almost touching his. All of a sudden she started as though she
had been stabbed, uttered a cry and fell on her knees before him,
she did not know why.
"What have you done — what have you done to yourself!"
she said in despair, and, jumping up, she flung herself on his
neck, threw her arms round him, and held him tight.
Raskolnikov drew back and looked at her with a mournful
smile.
"You are a strange girl, Sonia — you kiss me and hug me when
I tell you about that. . . . You don't think what you are doing."
"There is no one — no one in the whole word now so unhappy
IS you!" she cried in a frenzy, not hearing what he said, and she
suddenly broke into violent hysterical weeping.
A feeling long unfamiliar to him flooded his heart and soft-
ened itat once. He did not struggle against it. Two tears started
into his eyes and hung on his eyelashes.
"Then you won't leave me, Sonia?" he said, looking at her
almost with hope.
"No, no, never, nowhere!" cried Sonia. "I will follow you,
I will follow you everywhere. Oh, my God! Oh, how miserable
I am! . . . Why, why didn't I know you before! Why didn't you
come before? Oh, dear!"
"Here I have come."
"Yes, now! What's to be done now! . . . Together, together!"
she repeated as it were unconsciously, and she hugged him again.
"I'll follow you to Siberia!"
He recoiled at this, and the same hostile, almost haughty smile
name to his lips.
"Perhaps I don't want to go to Siberia yet, Sonia," he said.
Sonia looked at him quickly.
Again after her first passionate, agonising sympathy for the
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