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Exclamations
arose
on
all
sides
.
Raskolnikov
was
silent
,
keeping
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
because
my
children
were
starving
,
she
sold
herself
for
us
!
Ah
,
husband
,
husband
!
Do
you
see
?
Do
you
see
?
What
a
memorial
dinner
for
you
!
Merciful
heavens
!
Defend
her
,
why
are
you
all
standing
still
?
Rodion
Romanovitch
,
why
don
’
t
you
stand
up
for
her
?
Do
you
believe
it
,
too
?
You
are
not
worth
her
little
finger
,
all
of
you
together
!
Good
God
!
Defend
her
now
,
at
least
!
”
The
wail
of
the
poor
,
consumptive
,
helpless
woman
seemed
to
produce
a
great
effect
on
her
audience
.
The
agonised
,
wasted
,
consumptive
face
,
the
parched
blood
-
stained
lips
,
the
hoarse
voice
,
the
tears
unrestrained
as
a
child
’
s
,
the
trustful
,
childish
and
yet
despairing
prayer
for
help
were
so
piteous
that
everyone
seemed
to
feel
for
her
.
Pyotr
Petrovitch
at
any
rate
was
at
once
moved
to
compassion
.
“
Madam
,
madam
,
this
incident
does
not
reflect
upon
you
!
”
he
cried
impressively
,
“
no
one
would
take
upon
himself
to
accuse
you
of
being
an
instigator
or
even
an
accomplice
in
it
,
especially
as
you
have
proved
her
guilt
by
turning
out
her
pockets
,
showing
that
you
had
no
previous
idea
of
it
.
I
am
most
ready
,
most
ready
to
show
compassion
,
if
poverty
,
so
to
speak
,
drove
Sofya
Semyonovna
to
it
,
but
why
did
you
refuse
to
confess
,
mademoiselle
?
Were
you
afraid
of
the
disgrace
?
The
first
step
?
You
lost
your
head
,
perhaps
?
One
can
quite
understand
it
.
.
.
.
But
how
could
you
have
lowered
yourself
to
such
an
action
?
Gentlemen
,
”
he
addressed
the
whole
company
,
“
gentlemen
!
Compassionate
and
,
so
to
say
,
commiserating
these
people
,
I
am
ready
to
overlook
it
even
now
in
spite
of
the
personal
insult
lavished
upon
me
!
And
may
this
disgrace
be
a
lesson
to
you
for
the
future
,
”
he
said
,
addressing
Sonia
,
“
and
I
will
carry
the
matter
no
further
.
Enough
!
”
Pyotr
Petrovitch
stole
a
glance
at
Raskolnikov
.
Their
eyes
met
,
and
the
fire
in
Raskolnikov
’
s
seemed
ready
to
reduce
him
to
ashes
.
Meanwhile
Katerina
Ivanovna
apparently
heard
nothing
.
She
was
kissing
and
hugging
Sonia
like
a
madwoman
.
The
children
,
too
,
were
embracing
Sonia
on
all
sides
,
and
Polenka
—
though
she
did
not
fully
understand
what
was
wrong
—
was
drowned
in
tears
and
shaking
with
sobs
,
as
she
hid
her
pretty
little
face
,
swollen
with
weeping
,
on
Sonia
’
s
shoulder
.
“
How
vile
!
”
a
loud
voice
cried
suddenly
in
the
doorway
.
Pyotr
Petrovitch
looked
round
quickly
.
“
What
vileness
!
”
Lebeziatnikov
repeated
,
staring
him
straight
in
the
face
.
Pyotr
Petrovitch
gave
a
positive
start
—
all
noticed
it
and
recalled
it
afterwards
.
Lebeziatnikov
strode
into
the
room
.
