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“
Bring
them
back
,
bring
them
back
,
Sonia
!
Oh
stupid
,
ungrateful
children
!
.
.
.
Polenka
!
catch
them
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
for
your
sakes
I
.
.
.
”
She
stumbled
as
she
ran
and
fell
down
.
“
She
’
s
cut
herself
,
she
’
s
bleeding
!
Oh
,
dear
!
”
cried
Sonia
,
bending
over
her
.
All
ran
up
and
crowded
around
.
Raskolnikov
and
Lebeziatnikov
were
the
first
at
her
side
,
the
official
too
hastened
up
,
and
behind
him
the
policeman
who
muttered
,
“
Bother
!
”
with
a
gesture
of
impatience
,
feeling
that
the
job
was
going
to
be
a
troublesome
one
.
“
Pass
on
!
Pass
on
!
”
he
said
to
the
crowd
that
pressed
forward
.
“
She
’
s
dying
,
”
someone
shouted
.
“
She
’
s
gone
out
of
her
mind
,
”
said
another
.
“
Lord
have
mercy
upon
us
,
”
said
a
woman
,
crossing
herself
.
“
Have
they
caught
the
little
girl
and
the
boy
?
They
’
re
being
brought
back
,
the
elder
one
’
s
got
them
.
.
.
.
Ah
,
the
naughty
imps
!
”
When
they
examined
Katerina
Ivanovna
carefully
,
they
saw
that
she
had
not
cut
herself
against
a
stone
,
as
Sonia
thought
,
but
that
the
blood
that
stained
the
pavement
red
was
from
her
chest
.
“
I
’
ve
seen
that
before
,
”
muttered
the
official
to
Raskolnikov
and
Lebeziatnikov
;
“
that
’
s
consumption
;
the
blood
flows
and
chokes
the
patient
.
I
saw
the
same
thing
with
a
relative
of
my
own
not
long
ago
.
.
.
nearly
a
pint
of
blood
,
all
in
a
minute
.
.
.
.
What
’
s
to
be
done
though
?
She
is
dying
.
”
