her voice broke like an overstrained string. There was a catch in her breath.
Raskolnikov saw in part why Sonia could not bring herself to read to him and the more he saw this, the more roughly and irritably he insisted on her doing so. He understood only too well how painful it was for her to betray and unveil all that was her own. He understood that these feelings really were her secret treasure, which she had kept perhaps for years, perhaps from childhood, while she lived with an unhappy father and distracted stepmother crazed by grief, in the midst of starving children and unseemly abuse and reproaches. But at the same time he knew now and knew for certain that, although it filled her with dread and suffering, yet she had a tormenting desire to read and to read to him that he might hear it, and to read now whatever might come of it! ... He read this in her eyes, he could see it in her intense emotion. She mastered herself, controlled the spasm in her throat and went on reading the eleventh chapter of St. John. She went on to the nineteenth verse:
"And many of the Jews came to Martha and Mary to comfort them concerning their brother.
Then Martha as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming went and met Him: but Mary sat still in the house.
Then said Martha unto Jesus, Lord, if Thou hadst been here, my brother had not died.
But I know that even now whatsoever Thou wilt ask of God, God will give it Thee. . . ."
Then she stopped again with a shamefaced feeling that her voice would quiver and break again.
"Jesus said unto her, Thy brother shall rise again.'
Martha saith unto him, I know that he shall rise again in the resurrection, at the last day.
Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life: he that believeth in Me though he were dead, yet shall he live.
And whosoever liveth and believeth in Me shall never die. Believest thou this?
She saith unto Him,"
(And drawing a painful breath, Sonia read distinctly and forcibly as though she were making a public confession of faith,)
