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- 172 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
came in from the stairs. Almost all Madame Lippevechsel's
lodgers had streamed in from the inner rooms of the flat; at
first they were squeezed together in the doorway, but after-
wards they overflowed into the room. Katerina Ivanovna flew
into a fury.
"You might let him die in peace, at least," she shouted at the
crowd, "is it a spectacle for you to gaf>e at? With cigarettes!
(Cough, cough, cough!) You might as well keep your hats on.
. . . And there is one in his hat! . . . Get away! You should re-
spect the dead, at least!"
Her cough choked her — but her reproaches were not without
. result. They evidently stood in some awe of Katerina Ivanovna.
\The lodgers, one after another, squeezed back into the doorway
with that strange inner feeling of satisfaction which may be ob-
served inthe presence of a sudden accident, even in those nearest
and dearest to the victim, from which no living man is exempt,
even in spite of the sincerest sympathy and compassion/^Voices outside were heard, however, speaking of the hospital
and saying that they'd no business to make a disturbance here.
"No business to die!" cried Katerina Ivanovna, and she was
mshing to the door to vent her wrath upon them, but in the
doorway came face to face with Madame Lippevechsel who had
only just heard of the accident and ran in to restore order. She
was a particularly quarrelsome and irresponsible German.
"Ah, my God!" she cried, clasping her hands, "your husband
drunken horses have trampled! To the hospital with him! I am
the landlady!"
"Amalia Ludwigovna, I beg you to recollect what you are
saying," Katerina Ivanovna began haughtily (she always took
a haughty tone with the landlady that she might "remember
her place" and even now could not deny herself this satisfac-
tion) ."Amalia Ludwigovna . . ."
"I have you once before told that you to call me Amalia Lud-
wigovna may not dare; I am Amalia Ivanovna."
"You are not Amalia Ivanovna, but Amalia Ludwigovna,
and as I am not one of your despicable flatterers like Mr. Lebe-
ziatnikov, who's laughing behind the door at this moment (a
laugh and a cry of 'they are at it again' was in fact audible at
the door) so I shall always call you Amalia Ludwigovna, though
I fail to understand why you dislike that name. You can see for
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