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"I don't know... this is only to-day, once in her life.... She

was so anxious to do honour, to celebrate the memory.... And she

is very sensible... but just as you think and I shall be very,

very... they will all be... and God will reward... and the

orphans..."

Sonia burst into tears.

"Very well, then, keep it in mind; and now will you accept for

the benefit of your relation the small sum that I am able to

spare, from me personally. I am very anxious that my name should

not be mentioned in connection with it. Here... having so to

speak anxieties of my own, I cannot do more..."

And Pyotr Petrovitch held out to Sonia a ten-rouble note

carefully unfolded. Sonia took it, flushed crimson, jumped up,

muttered something and began taking leave. Pyotr Petrovitch

accompanied her ceremoniously to the door. She got out of the

room at last, agitated and distressed, and returned to Katerina

Ivanovna, overwhelmed with confusion.