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“
Read
!
I
want
you
to
,
”
he
persisted
.
“
You
used
to
read
to
Lizaveta
.
”
Sonia
opened
the
book
and
found
the
place
.
Her
hands
were
shaking
,
her
voice
failed
her
.
Twice
she
tried
to
begin
and
could
not
bring
out
the
first
syllable
.
“
Now
a
certain
man
was
sick
named
Lazarus
of
Bethany
.
.
.
”
she
forced
herself
at
last
to
read
,
but
at
the
third
word
her
voice
broke
like
an
overstrained
string
.
There
was
a
catch
in
her
breath
.
Raskolnikov
saw
in
part
why
Sonia
could
not
bring
herself
to
read
to
him
and
the
more
he
saw
this
,
the
more
roughly
and
irritably
he
insisted
on
her
doing
so
.
He
understood
only
too
well
how
painful
it
was
for
her
to
betray
and
unveil
all
that
was
her
own
.
He
understood
that
these
feelings
really
were
her
secret
treasure
,
which
she
had
kept
perhaps
for
years
,
perhaps
from
childhood
,
while
she
lived
with
an
unhappy
father
and
a
distracted
stepmother
crazed
by
grief
,
in
the
midst
of
starving
children
and
unseemly
abuse
and
reproaches
.
But
at
the
same
time
he
knew
now
and
knew
for
certain
that
,
although
it
filled
her
with
dread
and
suffering
,
yet
she
had
a
tormenting
desire
to
read
and
to
read
to
him
that
he
might
hear
it
,
and
to
read
now
whatever
might
come
of
it
!
.
.
.
He
read
this
in
her
eyes
,
he
could
see
it
in
her
intense
emotion
.
She
mastered
herself
,
controlled
the
spasm
in
her
throat
and
went
on
reading
the
eleventh
chapter
of
St
.
John
.
She
went
on
to
the
nineteenth
verse
:
“
And
many
of
the
Jews
came
to
Martha
and
Mary
to
comfort
them
concerning
their
brother
.
“
Then
Martha
as
soon
as
she
heard
that
Jesus
was
coming
went
and
met
Him
:
but
Mary
sat
still
in
the
house
.
“
Then
said
Martha
unto
Jesus
,
Lord
,
if
Thou
hadst
been
here
,
my
brother
had
not
died
.
“
But
I
know
that
even
now
whatsoever
Thou
wilt
ask
of
God
,
God
will
give
it
Thee
.
.
.
.
”
Then
she
stopped
again
with
a
shamefaced
feeling
that
her
voice
would
quiver
and
break
again
.
