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“
Come
,
that
’
s
capital
,
”
he
said
to
Sonia
,
going
back
and
looking
brightly
at
her
.
“
God
give
peace
to
the
dead
,
the
living
have
still
to
live
.
That
is
right
,
isn
’
t
it
?
”
Sonia
looked
surprised
at
the
sudden
brightness
of
his
face
.
He
looked
at
her
for
some
moments
in
silence
.
The
whole
history
of
the
dead
father
floated
before
his
memory
in
those
moments
.
.
.
.
“
Heavens
,
Dounia
,
”
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
began
,
as
soon
as
they
were
in
the
street
,
“
I
really
feel
relieved
myself
at
coming
away
—
more
at
ease
.
How
little
did
I
think
yesterday
in
the
train
that
I
could
ever
be
glad
of
that
.
”
“
I
tell
you
again
,
mother
,
he
is
still
very
ill
.
Don
’
t
you
see
it
?
Perhaps
worrying
about
us
upset
him
.
We
must
be
patient
,
and
much
,
much
can
be
forgiven
.
”
“
Well
,
you
were
not
very
patient
!
”
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
caught
her
up
,
hotly
and
jealously
.
“
Do
you
know
,
Dounia
,
I
was
looking
at
you
two
.
You
are
the
very
portrait
of
him
,
and
not
so
much
in
face
as
in
soul
.
You
are
both
melancholy
,
both
morose
and
hot
-
tempered
,
both
haughty
and
both
generous
.
.
.
.
Surely
he
can
’
t
be
an
egoist
,
Dounia
.
Eh
?
When
I
think
of
what
is
in
store
for
us
this
evening
,
my
heart
sinks
!
”
“
Don
’
t
be
uneasy
,
mother
.
What
must
be
,
will
be
.
”
“
Dounia
,
only
think
what
a
position
we
are
in
!
What
if
Pyotr
Petrovitch
breaks
it
off
?
”
poor
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
blurted
out
,
incautiously
.
“
He
won
’
t
be
worth
much
if
he
does
,
”
answered
Dounia
,
sharply
and
contemptuously
.
“
We
did
well
to
come
away
,
”
Pulcheria
Alexandrovna
hurriedly
broke
in
.
“
He
was
in
a
hurry
about
some
business
or
other
.
If
he
gets
out
and
has
a
breath
of
air
.
.
.
it
is
fearfully
close
in
his
room
.
.
.
.
But
where
is
one
to
get
a
breath
of
air
here
?
The
very
streets
here
feel
like
shut
-
up
rooms
.
Good
heavens
!
what
a
town
!
.
.
.
stay
.
.
.
this
side
.
.
.
they
will
crush
you
—
carrying
something
.
Why
,
it
is
a
piano
they
have
got
,
I
declare
.
.
.
how
they
push
!
.
.
.
I
am
very
much
afraid
of
that
young
woman
,
too
.
”
