{"id":"01KFE0DX08FD0RZG70NRPSYRP5","cid":"bafkreieghvrin2tdvcxvsgm5d4t7trm3u2berggirqmhydd5xxz3dlq5ju","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibdsknupbjkxj7va3hy7lq5urlv6tgl4jh2sfzqtco7e3rtwepwbi","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0230.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923001308-wgopuom7luo","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0230.jpg","page_number":230,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":200852,"text":"222 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT\nWhy did you smile just now?\" She, too, flushed, and there was\na gleam of anger in her eyes.\n\"All?\" he asked, with a maUgnant grin.\n\"Within certain limits. Both the manner and form of Pyotr\nPetrovitch's courtship showed me at once what he wanted. He\nmay, of course, think too well of himself, but I hope he esteems\nme, too. . . . Why are you laughing again?\"\n\"And why are you blushing again? You are lying, sister. You\nare intentionally lying, simply from feminine obstinacy, simply\nto hold your own against me. . . . You cannot respect Luzhin. I\nhave seen him and talked with him. So you are selling yourself\nfor money, and so in any case you are acting basely, and I am\nglad at least that you can blush for it.\"\n\"It is not true. I am not lying,\" cried Dounia, losing her com-\nposure. \"Iwould not marry him if I were not convinced that\nhe esteems me and thinks highly of me. I would not marry him\nif I were not firmly convinced that I can respect him. Fortu-\nnately, Ican have convincing proof of it this very day . . . and\nsuch a marriage is not a vileness, as you say! And even if you\nwere right, if I really had determined on a vile action, is it not\nmerciless on your part to speak to me like that? Why do you\ndemand of me a heroism that perhaps you have not either? It is\ndespotism; it is tyranny. If I ruin any one, it is only myself.\n... I am not committing a murder. Why do you look at me like\nthat? Why are you so pale? Rodya, darling, what's the matter?\"\n\"Good heavens! You have made him faint,\" cried Pulcheria\nAlexandrovna.\n\"No, no, nonsense! It's nothing. A little giddiness — not\nfainting. You have fainting on the brain. H'm, yes, what was I\nsaying? Oh, yes. In what way will you get convincing proof\nto-day that you can respect him, and that he . . . esteems you,\nas you said. I think you said to-day?\"\n\"Mother, show Rodya Pyotr Petrovitch's letter,\" said\nDounia.\nWith trembling hands, Pulcheria Alexandrovna gave him the\nletter. He took it with great interest, but, before opening it,\nhe suddenly looked with a sort of wonder at Dounia.\n\"It is strange,\" he said, slowly, as though struck by « new\nidea. \"What am I making such a fUss for? What is it all about?\nMarry whom you like!\"","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.308Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:30:01.989Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:30:03.361Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}