‘Then many of the Jews which came to Mary, and had seen the things which Jesus did, believed on him.’
She read, and indeed could read, no farther, but closed the book and stood up quickly.
‘That is all about the raising of Lazarus,’ she whispered abruptly and sternly, and stood without moving, turned away from him and not daring to raise her eyes to him, as though she were ashamed. Her feverish trembling continued. The candle-end had long since burned low in the twisted candlestick, dimly lighting the poverty-stricken room and the murderer and the harlot who had come together so strangely to read the eternal book.
— Crime and Punishment, Part Four, Chapter IV, pp. 277-8