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Sonia
stood
as
though
struck
dumb
,
but
suddenly
she
cried
:
“
You
were
hungry
!
It
was
.
.
.
to
help
your
mother
?
Yes
?
”
“
No
,
Sonia
,
no
,
”
he
muttered
,
turning
away
and
hanging
his
head
.
“
I
was
not
so
hungry
.
.
.
.
I
certainly
did
want
to
help
my
mother
,
but
.
.
.
that
’
s
not
the
real
thing
either
.
.
.
.
Don
’
t
torture
me
,
Sonia
.
”
Sonia
clasped
her
hands
.
“
Could
it
,
could
it
all
be
true
?
Good
God
,
what
a
truth
!
Who
could
believe
it
?
And
how
could
you
give
away
your
last
farthing
and
yet
rob
and
murder
!
Ah
,
”
she
cried
suddenly
,
“
that
money
you
gave
Katerina
Ivanovna
.
.
.
that
money
.
.
.
.
Can
that
money
.
.
.
”
“
No
,
Sonia
,
”
he
broke
in
hurriedly
,
“
that
money
was
not
it
.
Don
’
t
worry
yourself
!
That
money
my
mother
sent
me
and
it
came
when
I
was
ill
,
the
day
I
gave
it
to
you
.
.
.
.
Razumihin
saw
it
.
.
.
he
received
it
for
me
.
.
.
.
That
money
was
mine
—
my
own
.
”
Sonia
listened
to
him
in
bewilderment
and
did
her
utmost
to
comprehend
.
“
And
that
money
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
even
know
really
whether
there
was
any
money
,
”
he
added
softly
,
as
though
reflecting
.
“
I
took
a
purse
off
her
neck
,
made
of
chamois
leather
.
.
.
a
purse
stuffed
full
of
something
.
.
.
but
I
didn
’
t
look
in
it
;
I
suppose
I
hadn
’
t
time
.
.
.
.
And
the
things
—
chains
and
trinkets
—
I
buried
under
a
stone
with
the
purse
next
morning
in
a
yard
off
the
V
—
—
Prospect
.
They
are
all
there
now
.
.
.
.
”
Sonia
strained
every
nerve
to
listen
.
