He lay for half an hour in such anguish, such an intolerable sensation of infinite terror as he had never experienced before.
Now that his face was turned away from the strange flower on the paper, it was extremely pale and wore a look of anguish, as though he had just undergone an agonising operation or just been taken from the rack.
Long, long ago his present anguish had its first beginnings; it had waxed and gathered strength, it had matured and concentrated, until it had taken the form of a fearful, frenzied and fantastic question, which tortured his heart and mind, clamouring insistently for an answer.
Both had been weeping, both had been in anguish for that hour and a half.
The anguish of this thought was such that for a moment he almost forgot himself.
Raskolnikov cried, with a feeling of anguish.
Her pale cheeks flushed, there was a look of anguish in her eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" she muttered, turning pale, and a sudden anguish clutched at her heart.
Sonia asked faintly, gazing at him with eyes of anguish, but not seeming surprised at his suggestion.
He endured anguish at that moment, and if it had been possible to slay Raskolnikov instantly by wishing it, Pyotr Petrovitch would promptly have uttered the wish.
He looked at her with anguish.
A wail of anguish broke from Sonia.
The fire glowing in her eyes at the moment she raised the revolver seemed to kindle him and there was a pang of anguish in his heart.
After reading a few lines he frowned and his heart throbbed with anguish.
He sat with his eyes fixed on the floor; Dounia stood at the other end of the table and looked at him with anguish.
A sudden anguish oppressed his heart, he stood still in the middle of the street and began looking about to see where he was and which way he was going.
CHAPTER IV Raskolnikov had been a vigorous and active champion of Sonia against Luzhin, although he had such a load of horror and anguish in his own heart.
The colour had rushed into his pale exhausted face, but as he uttered his last explanation, he happened to meet Dounia’s eyes and he saw such anguish in them that he could not help being checked.
In spite of her triumph and her justification—when her first terror and stupefaction had passed and she could understand it all clearly—the feeling of her helplessness and of the wrong done to her made her heart throb with anguish and she was overcome with hysterical weeping.
Why did I let her know?" he cried a minute later in despair, looking with infinite anguish at her.
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