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"Yes, she is. For she is credulous and good-hearted, and she

believes everything from the goodness of her heart and... and...

and she is like that... yes... You must excuse her," said Sonia,

and again she got up to go.

"But you haven't heard what I have to say."

"No, I haven't heard," muttered Sonia.

"Then sit down." She was terribly confused; she sat down again a

third time.

"Seeing her position with her unfortunate little ones, I should

be glad, as I have said before, so far as lies in my power, to be

of service, that is, so far as is in my power, not more. One

might for instance get up a subscription for her, or a lottery,

something of the sort, such as is always arranged in such cases

by friends or even outsiders desirous of assisting people. It was

of that I intended to speak to you; it might be done."

"Yes, yes... God will repay you for it," faltered Sonia, gazing

intently at Pyotr Petrovitch.