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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 387
turn his eyes away. "He . . . did not mean to kill that Lizaveta
. . . he • . . killed her accidentally. . . . He meant to kill the old
woman when she was alone and he went there . . . and then Liza-
veta came in ... he killed her too."
Another awful moment passed. Both still gazed at one
another.
"You can't guess, then?" he asked suddenly, feeling as though
he were flinging himself down from a steeple.
"N-no . . ." whispered Sonia.
"Take a good look."
As soon as he had said this again, the same familiar sensation
froze his heart. He looked at her and all at once seemed to see
in her face the face of Lizaveta. He remembered clearly the ex-
pression inLizaveta's face, when he approached her with the
axe and she stepped back to the wall, putting out hei* hand, with
childish terror in her face, looking as little children do when
they begin to be frightened of something, looking intently and
uneasily at what frightens them, shrinking back and holding
out their little hands on the point of crying. Almost the same
thing happened now to Sonia. With the same helplessness and
the same terror, she looked at him for a while and, suddenly put-
ting out her left hand, pressed her fingers faintly against his
breast and slowly began to get up from the bed, moving further
from him and keeping her eyes fixed even more immovably on
him. Her terror infected him. The same fear showed itself on
his face. In the same way he stared at her and almost with the
same childish smile.
"Have you guessed?" he whispered at last.
"Good God!" broke in an awful wail from her bosom.
She sank helplessly on the bed with her face in the pillows, but
a moment later she got up, moved quickly to him, seized both
his hands and, gripping them tight in her thin fingers, began
looking into his face again with the same intent stare. In this
last desp>erate look she tried to look into him and catch some last
hope. But there was no hope; there was no doubt remaining;
it was all true! Later on, indeed, when she recalled that moment,
she thought it strange and wondered why she had seen at once
that there was no doubt. She could not have said, for instance,
that she had foreseen something of the sort — and yet now, as
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