Oh, no.... God will not let it be! broke at last from Sonias overburdened bosom.
She listened, looking imploringly at him, clasping her hands in dumb entreaty, as though it all depended upon him.
Raskolnikov got up and began to walk about the room. A minute passed. Sonia was standing with her hands and her head hanging in terrible dejection.
And cant you save? Put by for a rainy day? he asked, stopping suddenly before her.
No, whispered Sonia.
Of course not. Have you tried? he added almost ironically.
Yes.
And it didnt come off! Of course not! No need to ask.
And again he paced the room. Another minute passed.
You dont get money every day?
Sonia was more confused than ever and colour rushed into her face again.
No, she whispered with a painful effort.
It wi
