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“
And
aren
’
t
you
sorry
for
them
?
Aren
’
t
you
sorry
?
”
Sonia
flew
at
him
again
.
“
Why
,
I
know
,
you
gave
your
last
penny
yourself
,
though
you
’
d
seen
nothing
of
it
,
and
if
you
’
d
seen
everything
,
oh
dear
!
And
how
often
,
how
often
I
’
ve
brought
her
to
tears
!
Only
last
week
!
Yes
,
I
!
Only
a
week
before
his
death
.
I
was
cruel
!
And
how
often
I
’
ve
done
it
!
Ah
,
I
’
ve
been
wretched
at
the
thought
of
it
all
day
!
”
Sonia
wrung
her
hands
as
she
spoke
at
the
pain
of
remembering
it
.
“
You
were
cruel
?
”
“
Yes
,
I
—
I
.
I
went
to
see
them
,
”
she
went
on
,
weeping
,
“
and
father
said
,
‘
read
me
something
,
Sonia
,
my
head
aches
,
read
to
me
,
here
’
s
a
book
.
’
He
had
a
book
he
had
got
from
Andrey
Semyonovitch
Lebeziatnikov
,
he
lives
there
,
he
always
used
to
get
hold
of
such
funny
books
.
And
I
said
,
‘
I
can
’
t
stay
,
’
as
I
didn
’
t
want
to
read
,
and
I
’
d
gone
in
chiefly
to
show
Katerina
Ivanovna
some
collars
.
Lizaveta
,
the
pedlar
,
sold
me
some
collars
and
cuffs
cheap
,
pretty
,
new
,
embroidered
ones
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
liked
them
very
much
;
she
put
them
on
and
looked
at
herself
in
the
glass
and
was
delighted
with
them
.
‘
Make
me
a
present
of
them
,
Sonia
,
’
she
said
,
‘
please
do
.
’
‘
Please
do
,
’
she
said
,
she
wanted
them
so
much
.
And
when
could
she
wear
them
?
They
just
reminded
her
of
her
old
happy
days
.
She
looked
at
herself
in
the
glass
,
admired
herself
,
and
she
has
no
clothes
at
all
,
no
things
of
her
own
,
hasn
’
t
had
all
these
years
!
And
she
never
asks
anyone
for
anything
;
she
is
proud
,
she
’
d
sooner
give
away
everything
.
And
these
she
asked
for
,
she
liked
them
so
much
.
And
I
was
sorry
to
give
them
.
‘
What
use
are
they
to
you
,
Katerina
Ivanovna
?
’
I
said
.
I
spoke
like
that
to
her
,
I
ought
not
to
have
said
that
!
She
gave
me
such
a
look
.
And
she
was
so
grieved
,
so
grieved
at
my
refusing
her
.
And
it
was
so
sad
to
see
.
.
.
.
And
she
was
not
grieved
for
the
collars
,
but
for
my
refusing
,
I
saw
that
.
Ah
,
if
only
I
could
bring
it
all
back
,
change
it
,
take
back
those
words
!
Ah
,
if
I
.
.
.
but
it
’
s
nothing
to
you
!
”
“
Did
you
know
Lizaveta
,
the
pedlar
?
”
“
Yes
.
.
.
.
Did
you
know
her
?
”
Sonia
asked
with
some
surprise
.
“
Katerina
Ivanovna
is
in
consumption
,
rapid
consumption
;
she
will
soon
die
,
”
said
Raskolnikov
after
a
pause
,
without
answering
her
question
.
“
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
no
!
”
And
Sonia
unconsciously
clutched
both
his
hands
,
as
though
imploring
that
she
should
not
.
