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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 373
"I am ready, I'll be responsible . . . but calm yourself, madam,
calm yourself. I see that you are not so submissive! . . . Well,
well, but as to that . . ." Luzhin muttered, "that ought to be
before the police . . . though indeed there are witnesses enough
as it is. ... I am ready. . . . But in any case it's difficult for a
man ... on account of her sex. . . . But with the help of Amalia
Ivanovna . . . though, of course, it's not the way to do things.
- . . How is it to be done?"
"As you will! Let any one who likes search her!" cried Kate-
rina Ivanovna. "Sonia, turn out your pockets! See. Look, mon-
ster, the pocket is empty, here was her handkercief ! Here is the
other pocket, look! D'you see, d'you see?"
And Katerina Ivanovna turned — or rather snatched — both
pockets inside out. But from the right pocket a piece of paper
flew out and describing a parabola in the air fell at Luzhin's
feet. Every one saw it, several cried out. Pyotr Petrovitch
stooped down, picked up the paper in two fingers, lifted it
where all could see it and opened it. It was a hundred-rouble
note folded in eight. Pyotr Petrovitch held up the note showing
it to every one.
"Thief! Out of my lodging. Police, police!" yelled Amalia
Ivanovna. "They must to Siberia be sent! Away!"
Exclamations arose on all sides. Raskolnikov was silent, keep-
ing his eyes fixed on Sonia, except for an occasional rapid glance
at Luzhin. Sonia stood still, as though unconscious. She was
hardly able to feel surprise. Suddenly the colour rushed to her
cheeks; she uttered a cry and hid her face in her hands.
"No, it wasn't I! I didn't take it! I know nothing about it,"
she cried with a heartrending wail, and she ran to Katerina
Ivanovna, who clasped her tightly in her arms, as though she
would shelter her from all the world.
"Sonia! Sonia! I don't believe it! You see, I don't believe it!"
she cried in the face of the obvious fact, swaying her to and
fro in her arms like a baby, kissing her face continually, then
snatching at her hands and kissing them, too, "you took it!
How stupid these people are! Oh dear! You are fools, fools,"
she cried, addressing the whole room, "you don't know, you
don't know what a heart she has, what a girl she is! She take
it, she? She'd sell her last rag, she'd go barefoot to help you if
you needed it, that's what she is! She has the yellow passport
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