dismay。
  〃And　the　children？　What　can　you　do　except　take　them　to　live　with
  you？〃
  〃Oh；　I　don't　know；〃　cried　Sonia；　almost　in　despair；　and　she　put
  her　hands　to　her　head。
  It　was　evident　that　that　idea　had　very　often　occurred　to　her
  before　and　he　had　only　roused　it　again。
  〃And；　what；　if　even　now；　while　Katerina　Ivanovna　is　alive；　you　get
  ill　and　are　taken　to　the　hospital；　what　will　happen　then？〃　he
  persisted　pitilessly。
  〃How　can　you？　That　cannot　be！〃
  And　Sonia's　face　worked　with　awful　terror。
  〃Cannot　be？〃　Raskolnikov　went　on　with　a　harsh　smile。　〃You　are　not
  insured　against　it；　are　you？　What　will　happen　to　them　then？　They
  will　be　in　the　street；　all　of　them；　she　will　cough　and　beg　and　knock
  her　head　against　some　wall；　as　she　did　to…day；　and　the　children　will
  cry。。。。　Then　she　will　fall　down；　be　taken　to　the　police　station　and　to
  the　hospital；　she　will　die；　and　the　children。。。〃
  〃Oh；　no。。。。　God　will　not　let　it　be！〃　broke　at　last　from　Sonia's
  overburdened　bosom。
  She　listened；　looking　imploringly　at　him；　clasping　her　hands　in　dumb
  entreaty；　as　though　it　all　depended　upon　him。
  Raskolnikov　got　up　and　began　to　walk　about　the　room。　A　minute
  passed。　Sonia　was　standing　with　her　hands　and　her　head　hanging　in
  terrible　dejection。
  〃And　can't　you　save？　Put　by　for　a　rainy　day？〃　he　asked；　stopping
  suddenly　before　her。
  〃No；〃　whispered　Sonia。
  〃Of　course　not。　Have　you　tried？〃　he　added　almost　ironically。
  〃Yes。〃
  〃And　it　didn't　come　off！　Of　course　not！　No　need　to　ask。〃
  And　again　he　paced　the　room。　Another　minute　passed。
  〃You　don't　get　money　every　day？〃
  Sonia　was　more　confused　than　ever　and　colour　rushed　into　her　face
  again。
  〃No；〃　she　whispered　with　a　painful　effort。
  〃It　will　be　the　same　with　Polenka；　no　doubt；〃　he　said　suddenly。
  〃No；　no！　It　can't　be；　no！〃　Sonia　cried　aloud　in　desperation；　as
  though　she　had　been　stabbed。　〃God　would　not　allow　anything　so　awful！〃
  〃He　lets　others　come　to　it。〃
  〃No；　no！　God　will　protect　her；　God！〃　she　repeated　beside　herself。
  〃But；　perhaps；　there　is　no　God　at　all；〃　Raskolnikov　answered　with
  a　sort　of　malignance；　laughed　and　looked　at　her。
  Sonia's　face　suddenly　changed；　a　tremor　passed　over　it。　She　looked
  at　him　with　unutterable　reproach；　tried　to　say　something；　but　could
  not　speak　and　broke　into　bitter；　bitter　sobs；　hiding　her　face　in　her
  hands。
  〃You　say　Katerina　Ivanovna's　mind　is　unhinged；　your　own　mind　is
  unhinged；〃　he　said　after　a　brief　silence。
  Five　minutes　passed。　He　still　paced　up　and　down　the　room　in　silence；
  not　looking　at　her。　At　last　he　went　up　to　her；　his　eyes　glittered。
  He　put　his　two　hands　on　her　shoulders　and　looked　straight　into　her
  tearful　face。　His　eyes　were　hard；　feverish　and　piercing；　his　lips　were
  twitching。　All　at　once　he　bent　down　quickly　and　dropping　to　the
  ground；　kissed　her　foot。　Sonia　drew　back　from　him　as　from　a　madman。
  And　certainly　he　looked　like　a　madman。
  〃What　are　you　doing　to　me？〃　she　muttered；　turning　pale；　and　a　sudden
  anguish　clutched　at　her　heart。
  He　stood　up　at　once。
  〃I　did　not　bow　down　to　you；　I　bowed　down　to　all　the　suffering　of
  humanity；〃　he　said　wildly　and　walked　away　to　the　window。　〃Listen；〃
  he　added；　turning　to　her　a　minute　later。　〃I　said　just　now　to　an
  insolent　man　that　he　was　not　worth　your　little　finger。。。　and　that　I
  did　my　sister　honour　making　her　sit　beside　you。〃
  〃Ach；　you　said　that　to　them！　And　in　her　presence？〃　cried　Sonia；
  frightened。　〃Sit　down　with　me！　An　honour！　Why；　I'm。。。
  dishonourable。。。。　Ah；　why　did　you　say　that？〃
  〃It　was　not　because　of　your　dishonour　and　your　sin　I　said　that　of
  you；　but　because　of　your　great　suffering。　But　you　are　a　great
  sinner；　that's　true；〃　he　added　almost　solemnly；　〃and　your　worst　sin　is
  that　you　have　destroyed　and　betrayed　yourself　for　nothing。　Isn't
  that　fearful？　Isn't　it　fearful　that　you　are　living　in　this　filth　which
  you　loathe　so；　and　at　the　same　time　you　know　yourself　（you've　only
  to　open　your　eyes）　that　you　are　not　helping　any　one　by　it；　not
  saving　any　one　from　anything！　Tell　me；〃　he　went　on　almost　in　a　frenzy；
  〃how　this　shame　and　degradation　can　exist　in　you　side　by　side　with
  other；　opposite；　holy　feelings？　It　would　be　better；　a　thousand　times
  better　and　wiser　to　leap　into　the　water　and　end　it　all！〃
  〃But　what　would　become　of　them？〃　Sonia　asked　faintly；　gazing　at
  him　with　eyes　of　anguish；　but　not　seeming　surprised　at　his　suggestion。
  Raskolnikov　looked　strangely　at　her。　He　read　it　all　in　her　face；
  so　she　must　have　had　that　thought　already；　perhaps　many　times；　and
  earnestly　she　had　thought　out　in　her　despair　how　to　end　it　and　so
  earnestly；　that　now　she　scarcely　wondered　at　his　suggestion。　She　had
  not　even　noticed　the　cruelty　of　his　words。　（The　significance　of　his
  reproaches　and　his　peculiar　attitude　to　her　shame　she　had；　of
  course；　not　noticed　either；　and　that；　too；　was　clear　to　him。）　But　he
  saw　how　monstrously　the　thought　of　her　disgraceful；　shameful
  position　was　torturing　her　and　had　long　tortured　her。　〃What；　what；〃　he
  thought；　〃could　hitherto　have　hindered　her　from　putting　an　end　to　it？〃
  Only　then　he　realised　what　those　poor　little　orphan　children　and
  that　pitiful　half…crazy　Katerina　Ivanovna；　knocking　her　head　against
  the　wall　in　her　consumption；　meant　for　Sonia。
  But；　nevertheless；　it　was　clear　to　him　again　that　with　her　character
  and　the　amount　of　education　she　had　after　all　received；　she　could
  not　in　any　case　remain　so。　He　was　still　confronted　by　the　question　how
  could　she　have　remained　so　long　in　that　position　without　going　out
  of　her　mind；　since　she　could　not　bring　herself　to　jump　into　the　water？
  Of　course　he　knew　that　Sonia's　position　was　an　exceptional　case；
  though　unhappily　not　unique　and　not　infrequent；　indeed；　but　that
  very　exceptionalness；　her　tinge　of　education；　her　previous　life　might；
  one　would　have　thought；　have　killed　her　at　the　first　step　on　that
  revolting　path。　What　held　her　up…　surely　not　depravity？　All　that
  infamy　had　obviously　only　touched　her　mechanically；　not　one　drop　of
  real　depravity　had　penetrated　to　her　heart；　he　saw　that。　He　saw
  through　her　as　she　stood　before　him。。。。
  〃There　are　three　ways　before　her；〃　he　thought；　〃the　canal；　the
  madhouse；　or。。。　at　last　to　sink　into　depravity　which　obscures　the　mind
  and　turns　the　heart　to　stone。〃
  The　last　idea　was　the　most　revolting；　but　he　was　a　sceptic；　he　was
  young；　abstract；　and　therefore　cruel；　and　so　he　could　not　help
  believing　that　the　last　end　was　the　most　likely。
  〃But　can　that　be　true？〃　he　cried　to　himself。　〃Can　that　creature
  who　has　still　preserved　the　purity　of　her　spirit　be　consciously
  drawn　at　last　into　that　sink　of　filth　and　iniquity？　Can　the　process
  already　have　begun？　Can　it　be　that　she　has　only　been　able　to　bear　it
  till　now；　because　vice　has　begun　to　be　less　loathsome　to　her？　No；
  no；　that　cannot　be！〃　he　cried；　as　Sonia　had　just　before。　〃No；　what　has
  kept　her　from　the　canal　till　now　is　the　idea　of　sin　and　they；　the
  children。。。。　And　if　she　has　not　go