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They've been bustling about all day; but it takes them longer than it does us." "Tell them to hurry up; and be as quick as you can with the tea, please," said Sonia. Alfred went out of the room; Sonia went back to the writing-table. She did not take up her pen; she took up one of the wedding-cards; and her lips moved slowly as she read it in a pondering depression.
Natacha, who had noted everything, managed so that she, Mme. Schoss, and Dimmler should return in one sleigh, while the maids went with Nicolas and Sonia in another. Nicolas was in no hurry to get home; he could not help looking at Sonia and trying to find under her disguise the true Sonia his Sonia, from whom nothing now could ever part him.
"A moment ago you said something.... You said that the mere presence of a thief would overwhelm you with disgust. Is that true?" "Yes, I swear it is," cried Sonia. Guerchard appeared in the doorway. "And if I were not the man you believe?" said Lupin sombrely. "What?" said Sonia; and a faint bewilderment mingled with her grief. "If I were not the Duke of Charmerace?" "Not the Duke?"
She has such faith that there must be righteousness everywhere and she expects it.... And if you were to torture her, she wouldn't do wrong. She doesn't see that it's impossible for people to be righteous and she is angry at it. Like a child, like a child. She is good!" "And what will happen to you?" Sonia looked at him inquiringly. "They are left on your hands, you see.
"Arthur Dillon is a fine orator," said Curran mischievously, "and to-morrow night you shall hear him at his best on the sorrows of Ireland." Sonia laughed heartily and mockingly. Were not these same sorrows, from their constancy and from repetition, become the joke of the world? Curran could have struck her evil face for the laugh. "Was your husband a speaker?" he asked.
"Yes, Madame." "Sonia, wait a minute! How am I looking this evening?" "How?" said Sonia, with rather heavy emphasis. "Yes. I feel feel as if I were looking unlike my usual self." Sonia stared hard at Mrs. Clarke. Then she said: "So you are, Madame." "In what way?" "You look almost excited and younger than usual." "Younger!" "Yes, as if you were expecting something, almost as a girl expects.
I debated with myself whether it would be best to let McMurtrie know that the place was being watched. To a certain extent his interests in the matter seemed to be identical with mine, but my mistrust of him was still strong enough to make me hesitate. Beyond his bare word and that of Sonia I had no proof as yet that he intended to play straight with me.
Five minutes later Lebeziatnikov came in with Sonia. She came in very much surprised and overcome with shyness as usual.
"She sailed for France this morning without seeing him. She has remembered that she is a Frenchwoman." "It was you who reminded her!" "Love so easily makes people forgetful," he said, "and I think that Sonia was very fond of Maurice Ziduski. She is a thoughtless, passionate woman, easily swayed through her affections, and she had no idea of the evil she was doing."
But Avdotya Romanovna seemed to await her turn, and following her mother out, gave Sonia an attentive, courteous bow. Sonia, in confusion, gave a hurried, frightened curtsy. There was a look of poignant discomfort in her face, as though Avdotya Romanovna's courtesy and attention were oppressive and painful to her. "Dounia, good-bye," called Raskolnikov, in the passage. "Give me your hand."
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