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- 302 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
"Yes. . . • He stammers and he's lame. And his wife, too. . . .
It's not exactly that she stammers, but she can't speak plainly.
She is a very kind woman. And he used to be a house serf. And
there are seven children . . . and it's only the eldest one that
stammers and the others are simply ill . . . but they don't stam-
mer. .. . But where did you hear about them?" she added with
some surprise.
"Your father told me, then. He told me all about you. . . .
And how you went out at six o'clock and came back at nine
and how Katerina Ivanovna knelt down by your bed."
Sonia was confused.
"I fancied I saw him to-day," she whispered hesitatingly.
"Whom?"
"Father. I was walking in the street, out there at the corner,
about ten o'clock and he seemed to be walking in front. It looked
just like him. I wanted to go to Katerina Ivanovna. . . ."
"You were walking in the streets?"
"Yes," Sonia whispered abruptly, again overcome with con-
fusion and looking down.
"Katerina Ivanovna used to beat you, I daresay?"
"Oh no, what are you saying? No!" Sonia looked at him
almost with dismay.
"You love her, then?"
"Love her? Of course!" said Sonia with plaintive emphasis,
ind she clasped her hands in distress. "Ah, you don't. ... If you
only knew! You see, she is quite like a child. . . . Her mind is
quite unhinged, you see . . . from sorrow. And how clever she
used to be . . . how generous . . . how kind! Ah, you don't vmder-
stand, you don't understand!"
Sonia said this as though in despair, wringing her hands in
excitement and distress. Her pale cheeks flushed, there was a
look of anguish in her eyes'. It was clear that she was stirred to
the very depths, that she was longing to speak, to champion,
to express something. A sort of insatiable compassion, if one may
so express it, was reflected in every feature of her face.
"Beat me! how can you? Good heavens, beat me! And if she
did beat me, what then? What of it? You know nothing, noth-
ing about it. . . . She is so unhappy . . . ah, how unhappy! And ill.
. . . She is seeking righteousness, she is pure. She has such faith
that there must be righteousness everywhere and she expects
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