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During
the
conversation
,
Raskolnikov
watched
her
carefully
.
She
had
a
thin
,
very
thin
,
pale
little
face
,
rather
irregular
and
angular
,
with
a
sharp
little
nose
and
chin
.
She
could
not
have
been
called
pretty
,
but
her
blue
eyes
were
so
clear
,
and
when
they
lighted
up
,
there
was
such
a
kindliness
and
simplicity
in
her
expression
that
one
could
not
help
being
attracted
.
Her
face
,
and
her
whole
figure
indeed
,
had
another
peculiar
characteristic
.
In
spite
of
her
eighteen
years
,
she
looked
almost
a
little
girl
—
almost
a
child
.
And
in
some
of
her
gestures
,
this
childishness
seemed
almost
absurd
.
“
But
has
Katerina
Ivanovna
been
able
to
manage
with
such
small
means
?
Does
she
even
mean
to
have
a
funeral
lunch
?
”
Raskolnikov
asked
,
persistently
keeping
up
the
conversation
.
“
The
coffin
will
be
plain
,
of
course
.
.
.
and
everything
will
be
plain
,
so
it
won
’
t
cost
much
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
and
I
have
reckoned
it
all
out
,
so
that
there
will
be
enough
left
.
.
.
and
Katerina
Ivanovna
was
very
anxious
it
should
be
so
.
You
know
one
can
’
t
.
.
.
it
’
s
a
comfort
to
her
.
.
.
she
is
like
that
,
you
know
.
.
.
.
”
“
I
understand
,
I
understand
.
.
.
of
course
.
.
.
why
do
you
look
at
my
room
like
that
?
My
mother
has
just
said
it
is
like
a
tomb
.
”
“
You
gave
us
everything
yesterday
,
”
Sonia
said
suddenly
,
in
reply
,
in
a
loud
rapid
whisper
;
and
again
she
looked
down
in
confusion
.
Her
lips
and
chin
were
trembling
once
more
.
She
had
been
struck
at
once
by
Raskolnikov
’
s
poor
surroundings
,
and
now
these
words
broke
out
spontaneously
.
A
silence
followed
.
There
was
a
light
in
Dounia
’
s
eyes
,
and
even
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
looked
kindly
at
Sonia
.
“
Rodya
,
”
she
said
,
getting
up
,
“
we
shall
have
dinner
together
,
of
course
.
Come
,
Dounia
.
.
.
.
And
you
,
Rodya
,
had
better
go
for
a
little
walk
,
and
then
rest
and
lie
down
before
you
come
to
see
us
.
.
.
.
I
am
afraid
we
have
exhausted
you
.
.
.
.
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
I
’
ll
come
,
”
he
answered
,
getting
up
fussily
.
“
But
I
have
something
to
see
to
.
”
“
But
surely
you
will
have
dinner
together
?
”
cried
Razumihin
,
looking
in
surprise
at
Raskolnikov
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
coming
.
.
.
of
course
,
of
course
!
And
you
stay
a
minute
.
You
do
not
want
him
just
now
,
do
you
,
mother
?
Or
perhaps
I
am
taking
him
from
you
?
”
