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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 409
eral open-mouthed children with wonder-struck faces. Among
these, Svidrigailov suddenly made* his appearance. Raskolnikov
looked at him with surprise, not understanding where he had
come from and not having noticed him in the crowd. A doctor
and priest were spoken of. The official whispered to Raskolnikov
that he thought it was too late now for the doctor, but he or-
dered him to be sent for. Kapernaumov ran himself.
Meanwhile Katerina Ivanovna had regained her breath. The
bleeding ceased for a time. She looked with sick but intent and
penetrating eyes at Sonia, who stood pale and trembling, wiping
the sweat from her brow with a handkerchief. At last she asked
to be raised. They sat her up on the bed, supporting her on both
sides.
"Where are the children?" she said in a faint voice. "You've
brought them, Polenka? Oh the sillies! Why did you run away.
. . . Och!"
Once more her parched lips were covered with blood. Shs
moved her eyes, looking about her.
"So that's how you live, Sonia! Never once have I been in
your room."
She looked at her with a face of suffering.
"We have been your ruin, Sonia. Polenka, Lida, Kolya, come
here! Well, here they are, Sonia, take them all! I hand them
over to you, I've had enough! The ball is over. (Cough!)
Lay me down, let me die in peace."
They laid her back on the pillow.
"What, the priest? I don't want him. You haven't got a
rouble to spare. I have no sins. God must forgive me without
that. He knows how I have suffered. . . . And if He won't for-
give me, I don't care!"
She sank more and more into uneasy delirium. At times she
shuddered, turned her eyes from side to side, recognised every
one for a minute, but at once sank into delirium again. Her
breathing was hoarse and difficult, there was a sort of rattle in
her throat.
"I said to him, your excellency," she ejaculated, gasping after
each word. "That Amalia Ludwigovna, ah! Lida, Kolya, hands
on your hips, make haste! Glrssez, glissez! pas de basqfie! Tap
with your heels, be a graceful child!
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