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"No, no! God will protect her, God!" she repeated beside herself.

"But, perhaps, there is no God at all," Raskolnikov answered with

a sort of malignance, laughed and looked at her.

Sonia's face suddenly changed; a tremor passed over it. She

looked at him with unutterable reproach, tried to say something,

but could not speak and broke into bitter, bitter sobs, hiding

her face in her hands.

"You say Katerina Ivanovna's mind is unhinged; your own mind is

unhinged," he said after a brief silence.

Five minutes passed. He still paced up and down the room in

silence, not looking at her. At last he went up to her; his eyes

glittered. He put his two hands on her shoulders and looked

straight into her tearful face. His eyes were hard, feverish and

piercing, his lips were twitching. All at once he bent down

quickly and dropping to the ground, kissed her foot. Sonia drew

back from him as from a madman. And certainly he looked like a

madman.