a　brush；　his　wife；　a　woman　with　an　everlastingly　scared　expression；
  and　several　open…mouthed　children　with　wonder…struck　faces。　Among
  these；　Svidrigailov　suddenly　made　his　appearance。　Raskolnikov　looked
  at　him　with　surprise；　not　understanding　where　he　had　come　from　and　not
  having　noticed　him　in　the　crowd。　A　doctor　and　priest　wore　spoken　of。
  The　official　whispered　to　Raskolnikov　that　he　thought　it　was　too
  late　now　for　the　doctor；　but　he　ordered　him　to　be　sent　for。
  Kapernaumov　ran　himself。
  Meanwhile　Katerina　Ivanovna　had　regained　her　breath。　The　bleeding
  ceased　for　a　time。　She　looked　with　sick　but　intent　and　penetrating
  eyes　at　Sonia；　who　stood　pale　and　trembling；　wiping　the　sweat　from　her
  brow　with　a　handkerchief。　At　last　she　asked　to　be　raised。　They　sat　her
  up　on　the　bed；　supporting　her　on　both　sides。
  〃Where　are　the　children？〃　she　said　in　a　faint　voice。　〃You've　brought
  them；　Polenka？　Oh　the　sillies！　Why　did　you　run　away。。。。　Och！〃
  Once　more　her　parched　lips　were　covered　with　blood。　She　moved　her
  eyes；　looking　about　her。
  〃So　that's　how　you　live；　Sonia！　Never　once　have　I　been　in　your
  room。〃
  She　looked　at　her　with　a　face　of　suffering。
  〃We　have　been　your　ruin；　Sonia。　Polenka；　Lida；　Kolya；　come　here！
  Well；　here　they　are；　Sonia；　take　them　all！　I　hand　them　over　to　you；
  I've　had　enough！　The　ball　is　over。　（Cough！）　Lay　me　down；　let　me　die　in
  peace。〃
  They　laid　her　back　on　the　pillow。
  〃What；　the　priest？　I　don't　want　him。　You　haven't　got　a　rouble　to
  spare。　I　have　no　sins。　God　must　forgive　me　without　that。　He　knows
  how　I　have　suffered。。。。　And　if　He　won't　forgive　me；　I　don't　care！〃
  She　sank　more　and　more　into　uneasy　delirium。　At　times　she　shuddered；
  turned　her　eyes　from　side　to　side；　recognised　every　one　for　a
  minute；　but　at　once　sank　into　delirium　again。　Her　breathing　was　hoarse
  and　difficult；　there　was　a　sort　of　rattle　in　her　throat。
  〃I　said　to　him；　your　excellency；〃　she　ejaculated；　gasping　after　each
  word。　〃That　Amalia　Ludwigovna；　ah！　Lida；　Kolya；　hands　on　your　hips；
  make　haste！　Glissez；　glissez！　pas　de　basque！　Tap　with　your　heels；　be　a
  graceful　child！
  …
  Du　hast　Diamanten　und　Perlen
  …
  What　next？　That's　the　thing　to　sing。
  …
  Du　hast　die　schonsten　Augen
  Madchen；　was　willst　du　mehr？
  …
  〃What　an　idea！　Was　willst　du　mehr。　What　things　the　fool　invents！　Ah；
  yes！
  …
  In　the　heat　of　midday　in　the　vale　of　Dagestan。
  …
  〃Ah；　how　I　loved　it！　I　loved　that　song　to　distraction；　Polenka！　Your
  father；　you　know；　used　to　sing　it　when　we　were　engaged。。。。　Oh　those
  days！　Oh　that's　the　thing　for　us　to　sing！　How　does　it　go？　I've
  forgotten。　Remind　me！　How　was　it？〃
  She　was　violently　excited　and　tried　to　sit　up。　At　last；　in　a
  horribly　hoarse；　broken　voice；　she　began；　shrieking　and　gasping　at
  every　word；　with　a　look　of　growing　terror。
  〃In　the　heat　of　midday！。。。　in　the　vale！。。。　of　Dagestan！。。。　With　lead
  in　my　breast！。。。〃
  〃Your　excellency！〃　she　wailed　suddenly　with　a　heartrending　scream
  and　a　flood　of　tears；　〃protect　the　orphans！　You　have　been　their
  father's　guest。。。　one　may　say　aristocratic。。。。〃　She　started；　regaining
  consciousness；　and　gazed　at　all　with　a　sort　of　terror；　but　at　once
  recognised　Sonia。
  〃Sonia；　Sonia！〃　she　articulated　softly　and　caressingly；　as　though
  surprised　to　find　her　there。　〃Sonia　darling；　are　you　here；　too？〃
  They　lifted　her　up　again。
  〃Enough！　It's　over！　Farewell；　poor　thing！　I　am　done　for！　I　am
  broken！〃　she　cried　with　vindictive　despair；　and　her　head　fell
  heavily　back　on　the　pillow。
  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　woman's　wasted　bosom。
  Polenka　threw　herself　at　her　mother's　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　other's　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　it's　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；　isn't　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。　Won't　you　admit　that　it's　simply　done
  from　humanity？　She　wasn't　'a　louse；'　you　know〃　（he　pointed　to　the
  corner　where　the　dead　woman　lay）；　〃was　she；　like　some　old　pawnbroker
  woman？　Come；　you'll　agree；　is　Luzhin　to　go　on　living；　and　doing　wicked
  things　or　is　she　to　die？　And　if　I　didn't　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　Resslich's；　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。〃
  〃You？〃
  〃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。　You'll　see　that　you　can　get　on