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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 309
"Be silent! Don't ask! You don't deserve!" she cried sud-
denly, looking sternly and wrathfully at him.
"That's it, that's it," he repeated to himself.
"He does everything," she whispered quickly, looking down
again.
"That's the way out! That's the explanation," he decided,
scrutinising her with eager curiosity, with a new, strange,
almost morbid feeling. He gazed at that pale, thin, irregular,
angular little face, those soft blue eyes, which could flash with
such fire, such stern energy, that little body still shaking with
indignation and anger — and it all seemed to him more and more «
strange, almost impossible. "She is a religious maniac!" he re-
peated tohimself.
There was a book lying on the chest of drawers. He had
noticed it every time he paced up and down the room. Now he
took it up and looked at it. It was the New Testament in the
Russian translation. It was bound in leather, old and worn.
"Where did you get that?" he called to her across the room.
She was still standing in the same place, three steps from the
table.
"It was brought me," she answered, as it were unwillingly,
not looking at him.
"Who brought it?"
"Lizaveta, I asked her for it."
"Lizaveta! strange!" he thought.
Everything about Sonia seemed to him stranger and more
wonderful every moment. He carried the book to the candle
and began to turn over the pages.
"Where is the story of Lazarus?" he asked suddenly.
Sonia looked obstinately at the ground and would not answer.
She was standing sideways to the table.
"Where is the raising of Lazarus? Find it for me, Sonia."
She stole a glance at him.
"You are not looking in the right place. . . . It's in the fourth
gospel," she whispered sternly, without looking at him.
"Find it and read it to me," he said. He sat down with his
elbow on the table, leaned his head on his hand and looked
away sullenly, prepared to listen.
"In three weeks' time they'll welcome me in the madhouse!
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