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- 398 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
ever, now, I believe . . . and my mother's must be to. . . . Well,
that's all. Be careful, though. Will you come and see me in
prison when I am there?"
"Oh, I will, I will."
They sat side by side, both mournful and dejected, as though
they had been cast up by the tempest alone on some deserted
shore. He looked at Sonia and felt how great was her love for
him, and strange to say he felt it suddenly burdensome and
painful to be so loved. Yes, it was a strange and awful sensa-
tion! On his way to see Sonia he had felt that all his hopes
rested on her; he expected to be rid of at least part of his
suffering, and now, when all her heart turned towards him, he
suddenly felt that he was immeasurably unhappier than before.
"Sonia," he said, "you'd better not come and see me when I
am in prison."
Sonia did not answer, she was crying. Several minutes passed.
"Have you a cross on you?" she asked, as though suddenly
thinking of it.
He did not at first understand the question.
"No, of course not. Here, take this one, of cypress wood. I
have another, a copper one that belonged to Lizaveta. I changed
with Lizaveta: she gave me her cross and I gave her my little
ikon. I will wear Lizaveta's now and give you this. Take it . . .
it's mine! It's mine, you know," she begged him. "We will go
to suffer together, and together we will bear our cross!"
"Give it me," said Raskolnikov.
He did not want to hurt her feelings. But immediately he
drew back the hand he held out for the cross.
"Not now, Sonia. Better later," he added to comfort her.
"Yes, yes, better," she repeated with conviction, "when you
go to meet your suffering, then put it on. You will come to me,
I'll put it on you, we will pray and go together."At that moment some one knocked three times at the door.
"Sofya Semyonovna, may I come in?" they heard in a very
familiar and polite voice.
Sonia rushed to the door in a fright. The flaxen head of Mr.
Lebeziatnikov appeared at the door.
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