She sank into unconsciousness again, but this time it did not last long. Her pale, yellow, wasted face dropped back, her mouth fell open, her leg moved convulsively, she gave a deep, deep sigh and died.
Sonia fell upon her, flung her arms about her, and remained motionless with her head pressed to the dead womans wasted bosom. Polenka threw herself at her mothers feet, kissing them and weeping violently. Though Kolya and Lida did not understand what had happened, they had a feeling that it was something terrible; they put their hands on each others little shoulders, stared straight at one another and both at once opened their mouths and began screaming. They were both still in their fancy dress; one in a turban, the other in the cap with the ostrich feather.
And how did the certificate of merit come to be on the bed beside Katerina Ivanovna? It lay there by the pillow; Raskolnikov saw it.
He walked away to the window. Lebeziatnikov skipped up to him.
She is dead, he said.
Rodion Romanovitch, I must have two words with you, said Svidrigailov, coming up to them.
Lebeziatnikov at once made room for him and delicately withdrew. Svidrigailov drew Raskolnikov further away.
I will undertake all the arrangements, the funeral and that. You know its a question of money and, as I told you, I have plenty to spare. I will put those two little ones and Polenka into some good orphan asylum, and I will settle fifteen hundred roubles to be paid to each on coming of age, so that Sofya Semyonovna need have no anxiety about them. And I will pull her out of the mud too, for she is a good girl, isnt she? So tell Avdotya Romanovna that that is how I am spending her ten thousand.
What is your motive for such benevolence? asked Raskolnikov.
Ah! you sceptical person! laughed Svidrigailov. I told you I had no need of that money. Wont you admit that its simply done from humanity? She wasnt a louse, you know (he pointed to the corner where the dead woman lay), was she, like some old pawnbroker woman? Come, youll agree, is Luzhin to go on living, and doing wicked things or is she to die? And if I didnt help them, Polenka would go the same way.
He said this with an air of a sort of gay winking slyness, keeping his eyes fixed on Raskolnikov, who turned white and cold, hearing his own phrases, spoken to Sonia. He quickly stepped back and looked wildly at Svidrigailov.
How do you know? he whispered, hardly able to breathe.
Why, I lodge here at Madame Resslichs, the other side of the wall. Here is Kapernaumov, and there lives Madame Resslich, an old and devoted friend of mine. I am a neighbour.
Yes, continued Svidrigailov, shaking with laughter. I assure you on my honour, dear Rodion Romanovitch, that you have interested me enormously. I told you we should become friends, I foretold it. Well, here we have. And you will see what an accommodating person I am. Youll see that you can get on with me!
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