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“
Suffer
and
expiate
your
sin
by
it
,
that
’
s
what
you
must
do
.
”
“
No
!
I
am
not
going
to
them
,
Sonia
!
”
“
But
how
will
you
go
on
living
?
What
will
you
live
for
?
”
cried
Sonia
,
“
how
is
it
possible
now
?
Why
,
how
can
you
talk
to
your
mother
?
(
Oh
,
what
will
become
of
them
now
?
)
But
what
am
I
saying
?
You
have
abandoned
your
mother
and
your
sister
already
.
He
has
abandoned
them
already
!
Oh
,
God
!
”
she
cried
,
“
why
,
he
knows
it
all
himself
.
How
,
how
can
he
live
by
himself
!
What
will
become
of
you
now
?
”
“
Don
’
t
be
a
child
,
Sonia
,
”
he
said
softly
.
“
What
wrong
have
I
done
them
?
Why
should
I
go
to
them
?
What
should
I
say
to
them
?
That
’
s
only
a
phantom
.
.
.
.
They
destroy
men
by
millions
themselves
and
look
on
it
as
a
virtue
.
They
are
knaves
and
scoundrels
,
Sonia
!
I
am
not
going
to
them
.
And
what
should
I
say
to
them
—
that
I
murdered
her
,
but
did
not
dare
to
take
the
money
and
hid
it
under
a
stone
?
”
he
added
with
a
bitter
smile
.
“
Why
,
they
would
laugh
at
me
,
and
would
call
me
a
fool
for
not
getting
it
.
A
coward
and
a
fool
!
They
wouldn
’
t
understand
and
they
don
’
t
deserve
to
understand
.
Why
should
I
go
to
them
?
I
won
’
t
.
Don
’
t
be
a
child
,
Sonia
.
.
.
.
”
“
It
will
be
too
much
for
you
to
bear
,
too
much
!
”
she
repeated
,
holding
out
her
hands
in
despairing
supplication
.
“
Perhaps
I
’
ve
been
unfair
to
myself
,
”
he
observed
gloomily
,
pondering
,
“
perhaps
after
all
I
am
a
man
and
not
a
louse
and
I
’
ve
been
in
too
great
a
hurry
to
condemn
myself
.
I
’
ll
make
another
fight
for
it
.
”
A
haughty
smile
appeared
on
his
lips
.
“
What
a
burden
to
bear
!
And
your
whole
life
,
your
whole
life
!
”
“
I
shall
get
used
to
it
,
”
he
said
grimly
and
thoughtfully
.
“
Listen
,
”
he
began
a
minute
later
,
“
stop
crying
,
it
’
s
time
to
talk
of
the
facts
:
I
’
ve
come
to
tell
you
that
the
police
are
after
me
,
on
my
track
.
.
.
.
”
