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- t06 CRIME, AND PUNISHMENT
"Yes."
"And it didn't come off! Of course not! No need to ask."
And again he paced the room. Another minute passed.
"You don't get money every day?"
Sonia was more confused than ever and colour rushed into
her face again.
"No," she whispered with a painful effort.
"It will be the same with Polenka, no doubt," he said sud-
denly.
"No, no! It can't be, no!" Sonia cried aloud in desperation,
as though she had been stabbed. "God would not allow anything
so awful!"
"He lets others come to it."
"No, no! God will protect her, God!" she repeated besideherself.
"But, perhaps, there is no God at all," Raskolnikov answered
with a sort of malignance, laughed and looked at her.
Sonia's face suddenly changed; a tremor passed over it. She
looked at him with unutterable reproach, tried to say some-
thing, but could not speak and broke into bitter, bitter sobs,
hiding her face in her hands.
"You say Katerina Ivanovna's mind is unhinged; your own
mind is unhinged," he said after a brief silence.
Five minutes passed. He still paced up and down the room
in silence, not looking at her. At last he went up to her; his
eyes glittered. He put his two hands on her shoulders and looked
straight into her tearful face. His eyes were hard, feverish and
piercing, his lips were twitching. All at once he bent down
quickly and dropping to the ground, kissed her foot. Sonia drew
back from him as from a madman. And certainly he looked
like a madman.
"What are you doing to me?" she muttered, turning pale,
and a sudden anguish clutched at her heart.
He stood up at once.
"I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering
of humanity," he said wildly and walked away to the window.
"Listen," he added, turning to her a minute later. "I said just
now to an insolent man that he was not worth your little finger
. . . and that I did my sister honour making her sit beside you."
"Ach, you said that to them! And in her presence?" cried
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