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It
was
unendurable
;
he
turned
his
deadly
pale
face
to
her
.
His
lips
worked
,
helplessly
struggling
to
utter
something
.
A
pang
of
terror
passed
through
Sonia
’
s
heart
.
“
What
’
s
the
matter
?
”
she
repeated
,
drawing
a
little
away
from
him
.
“
Nothing
,
Sonia
,
don
’
t
be
frightened
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
nonsense
.
It
really
is
nonsense
,
if
you
think
of
it
,
”
he
muttered
,
like
a
man
in
delirium
.
“
Why
have
I
come
to
torture
you
?
”
he
added
suddenly
,
looking
at
her
.
“
Why
,
really
?
I
keep
asking
myself
that
question
,
Sonia
.
.
.
.
”
He
had
perhaps
been
asking
himself
that
question
a
quarter
of
an
hour
before
,
but
now
he
spoke
helplessly
,
hardly
knowing
what
he
said
and
feeling
a
continual
tremor
all
over
.
“
Oh
,
how
you
are
suffering
!
”
she
muttered
in
distress
,
looking
intently
at
him
.
“
It
’
s
all
nonsense
.
.
.
.
Listen
,
Sonia
.
”
He
suddenly
smiled
,
a
pale
helpless
smile
for
two
seconds
.
“
You
remember
what
I
meant
to
tell
you
yesterday
?
”
Sonia
waited
uneasily
.
“
I
said
as
I
went
away
that
perhaps
I
was
saying
good
-
bye
for
ever
,
but
that
if
I
came
to
-
day
I
would
tell
you
who
.
.
.
who
killed
Lizaveta
.
”
She
began
trembling
all
over
.
“
Well
,
here
I
’
ve
come
to
tell
you
.
”
