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- 514 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
the sound of singing floated faintly audible from the other
bank. In the vast steppe, bathed in sunshine, he could just see,
like black specks, the nomads' tents. There there was freedom,
there other men were living, utterly unlike those here; there
time itself seemed to stand still, as though the age of Abraham
and his flocks had not passed. Raskolnikov sat gazing, his
thoughts passed into day-dreams, into contemplation; he
thought of nothing, but a vague restlessness excited and trou-
bled him. Suddenly he found Sonia beside him ; she had come up
noiselessly and sat down at his side. It was still quite early; the
morning chill was still keen. She wore her poor old burnous and
the green shawl; her face still showed signs of illness, it was
thinner and paler. She gave him a joyful smile of welcome, but
held out her hand with her usual timidity. She was always timid
of holding out her hand to him and sometimes did not offer it at
all, as though afraid he would repel it. He always took her hand
as though with repugnance, always seemed vexed to meet her
and was sometimes obstinately silent throughout her visit. Some-
times she trembled before him and went away deeply grieved.
But now their hands did not part. He stole a rapid glance at
her and dropped his eyes on the ground without speaking. They
were alone, no one had seen them. The guard had turned away
for the time.
How it happened he did not know. But all at once something
seemed to seize him and fling him at her feet. He wept and
threw his arms round her knees. For the first instant she was
terribly frightened and she turned pale. She jumped up and
looked at him trembling. But at the same moment she under-
stood, and a light of infinite happiness came into her eyes. She
knew and had no doubt that he loved her beyond everything and
that at last the moment had come. . . .
They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in their
eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces
were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrec-
tion into a new life. They were renewed by love; the heart of
each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.
They resolved to wait and be patient. They had another seven
years to wait, and what terrible suffering and what infinite
happiness before them! But he had risen again and he knew it
and felt it in all his being, while she — she only lived in his life.
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