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“
But
you
.
.
.
why
do
you
frighten
me
like
this
?
”
she
said
,
smiling
like
a
child
.
“
I
must
be
a
great
friend
of
his
.
.
.
since
I
know
,
”
Raskolnikov
went
on
,
still
gazing
into
her
face
,
as
though
he
could
not
turn
his
eyes
away
.
“
He
.
.
.
did
not
mean
to
kill
that
Lizaveta
.
.
.
he
.
.
.
killed
her
accidentally
.
.
.
.
He
meant
to
kill
the
old
woman
when
she
was
alone
and
he
went
there
.
.
.
and
then
Lizaveta
came
in
.
.
.
he
killed
her
too
.
”
Another
awful
moment
passed
.
Both
still
gazed
at
one
another
.
“
You
can
’
t
guess
,
then
?
”
he
asked
suddenly
,
feeling
as
though
he
were
flinging
himself
down
from
a
steeple
.
“
N
-
no
.
.
.
”
whispered
Sonia
.
“
Take
a
good
look
.
”
As
soon
as
he
had
said
this
again
,
the
same
familiar
sensation
froze
his
heart
.
He
looked
at
her
and
all
at
once
seemed
to
see
in
her
face
the
face
of
Lizaveta
.
He
remembered
clearly
the
expression
in
Lizaveta
’
s
face
,
when
he
approached
her
with
the
axe
and
she
stepped
back
to
the
wall
,
putting
out
her
hand
,
with
childish
terror
in
her
face
,
looking
as
little
children
do
when
they
begin
to
be
frightened
of
something
,
looking
intently
and
uneasily
at
what
frightens
them
,
shrinking
back
and
holding
out
their
little
hands
on
the
point
of
crying
.
Almost
the
same
thing
happened
now
to
Sonia
.
With
the
same
helplessness
and
the
same
terror
,
she
looked
at
him
for
a
while
and
,
suddenly
putting
out
her
left
hand
,
pressed
her
fingers
faintly
against
his
breast
and
slowly
began
to
get
up
from
the
bed
,
moving
further
from
him
and
keeping
her
eyes
fixed
even
more
immovably
on
him
.
Her
terror
infected
him
.
The
same
fear
showed
itself
on
his
face
.
In
the
same
way
he
stared
at
her
and
almost
with
the
same
childish
smile
.
“
Have
you
guessed
?
”
he
whispered
at
last
.
“
Good
God
!
”
broke
in
an
awful
wail
from
her
bosom
.
