An expression of the profoundest disgust gleamed for a moment in the young man’s refined face.
"But why am I going on like this?" he continued, sitting up again, as it were in profound amazement.
Raskolnikov looked at all this with profound astonishment and a dull, unreasoning terror.
He brooded with relish, in profound secret, over the image of a girl—virtuous, poor (she must be poor), very young, very pretty, of good birth and education, very timid, one who had suffered much, and was completely humbled before him, one who would all her life look on him as her saviour, worship him, admire him and only him.