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During the conversation, Raskolnikov watched her carefully. She

had a thin, very thin, pale little face, rather irregular and

angular, with a sharp little nose and chin. She could not have

been called pretty, but her blue eyes were so clear, and when

they lighted up, there was such a kindliness and simplicity in

her expression that one could not help being attracted. Her face,

and her whole figure indeed, had another peculiar characteristic.

In spite of her eighteen years, she looked almost a little

girl--almost a child. And in some of her gestures, this

childishness seemed almost absurd.

"But has Katerina Ivanovna been able to manage with such small

means? Does she even mean to have a funeral lunch?" Raskolnikov

asked, persistently keeping up the conversation.