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"Of course, we do! We knew them long ago. I say my prayers to

myself as I am a big girl now, but Kolya and Lida say them aloud

with mother. First they repeat the 'Ave Maria' and then another

prayer: 'Lord, forgive and bless sister Sonia,' and then another,

'Lord, forgive and bless our second father.' For our elder father

is dead and this is another one, but we do pray for the other as

well."

"Polenka, my name is Rodion. Pray sometimes for me, too. 'And Thy

servant Rodion,' nothing more."

"I'll pray for you all the rest of my life," the little girl

declared hotly, and suddenly smiling again she rushed at him and

hugged him warmly once more.

Raskolnikov told her his name and address and promised to be sure

to come next day. The child went away quite enchanted with him.

It was past ten when he came out into the street. In five minutes

he was standing on the bridge at the spot where the woman had

jumped in.