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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 491
Water wears out a stone. And why, why shovdd he live after
that? Why should he go now when he knew that it would be so?
It was the hundredth time perhaps that he had asked himself
that question since the previous evening, but still he went.
CHAPTER VIII
When he went into Soma's room, it was already getting dark.
All day Sonia had been waiting for him in terrible anxiety.
Dounia had been waiting with her. She had come to her that
morning, remembering Svidrigailov's words that Sonia knew.
We will not describe the conversation and tears of the two girlsj
and how friendly they became. Dounia gained one comfort at
least from that interview, that her brother would not be alone.
He had gone to her, Sonia, first with his confession; he had
gone to her for human fellowship when he needed it; she would
go with him wherever fate might send him. Dounia did not ask^
but she knew it was so. She looked at Sonia almost with rever-
ence and at first almost embarrassed her by it. Sonia was almost
on the point of tears. She felt herself, on the contrary, hardly
worthy to look at Dounia. Dounia's gracious image when she
had bowed to her so attentively and respectfully at their first
meeting in Raskolnikov's room had remained in her mind asone of the fairest visions of her life.
Dounia at last became impatient and, leaving Sonia, went to
her brother's room to await him there; she kept thinking that he
would come there first. When she had gone, Sonia began to be
tortured by the dread of his committing suicide, and Dounia too
feared it. But they had spent the day trying to persuade each
other that that could not be, and both were less anxious while
they were together. As soon as they parted, each thought of
nothing else. Sonia remembered how Svidrigailov had said
to her the day before that Raskolnikov had two alternatives — ■
Siberia or . . . Besides she knew his vanity, his pride and hij
lack of faith.
"Is it possible that he has nothing but cowardice and feat
of death to make him live?" she thought at last in despair.
Meanwhile the sun was setting. Sonia was standing in dejec-
tioHj looking intently out of the window, but from it she could
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