God rest her soul

　　"I must confess I don't quite understand him. He offers you tenthousand, and yet says he is not well off. He says he is going away,and in ten minutes he forgets he has said it. Then he says is he goingto be married and has already fixed on the girl.... No doubt he hasa motive, and probably a bad one. But it's odd that he should be soclumsy about it if he had any designs against you.... Of course, Irefused this money on your account, once for all. Altogether, Ithought him very strange.... One might almost think he was mad. ButI may be mistaken; that may only be the part he assumes. The deathof Marfa Petrovna seems to have made a great impression on him."

　　"God rest her soul," exclaimed Pulcheria Alexandrovna. "I shallalways, always pray for her! Where should we be now, Dounia, withoutthis three thousand! It's as though it had fallen from heaven! Why,Rodya, this morning we had only three roubles in our pocket and Douniaand I were just planning to pawn her watch, so as to avoid borrowingfrom that man until he offered help."

　　Dounia seemed strangely impressed by Svidrigailov's offer. She stillstood meditating.

　　"He has got some terrible plan," she said in a half whisper toherself, almost shuddering.

　　Raskolnikov noticed this disproportionate terror.

　　"I fancy I shall have to see him more than once again," he said toDounia.

　　"We will watch him! I will track him out!" cried Razumihin,vigorously. "I won't lose sight of him. Rodya has given me leave. Hesaid to me himself just now. 'Take care of my sister.' Will you giveme leave, too, Avdotya Romanovna?"

　　Dounia smiled and held out her hand, but the look of anxiety did notleave her face. Pulcheria Alexandrovna gazed at her timidly, but thethree thousand roubles had obviously a soothing effect on her.

　　A quarter of an hour later, they were all engaged in a livelyconversation. Even Raskolnikov listened attentively for some time,though he did not talk. Razumihin was the speaker.