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Pulcheria Alexandrovna meant to greet Sonia, too; but it somehow

failed to come off, and she went in a flutter out of the room.

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."

"Why, I did give it to you. Have you forgotten?" said Dounia,

turning warmly and awkwardly to him.

"Never mind, give it to me again." And he squeezed her fingers

warmly.

Dounia smiled, flushed, pulled her hand away, and went off quite

happy.

"Come, that's capital," he said to Sonia, going back and looking

brightly at her. "God give peace to the dead, the living have

still to live. That is right, isn't it?"