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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 363
that you have not disdained my hospitality, even in such sur-
roundings," sheadded almost aloud. "But I am sure that it was
only your special affection for my poor husband that has made
you keep your promise."
Then once more with pride and dignity she scanned her visi-
tors, and suddenly inquired aloud across the table of the deaf
man: "wouldn't he have some more meat, and had he been given
some wine?" The old man made no answer and for a long while
could not understand what he was asked, though his neighbours
amused themselves by poking and shaking him. He simply
gazed about him with his mouth open, which only increased the
general mirth.
"What an imbecile! Look, look! Why was he brought? But
as to Pyotr Petrovitch, I always had confidence in him," Kater-
ina Ivanovna continued, "and, of course, he is not like . . ." with
an extremely stern face she addressed Amalia Ivanovna so
sharply and loudly that the latter was quite disconcerted, "not
like your dressed up draggletails whom my father would not
have taken as cooks into his kitchen, and my late husband would
have done them honour if he had invited them in the goodness
of his heart."
"Yes, he was fond of drink, he was fond of it, he did drink!"
cried the commissariat clerk, gulping down his twelfth glass of
vodka.
"My late husband certainly had that weakness, and every one
knows it," Katerina Ivanovna attacked him at once, "but he
was a kind and honourable man, who loved and respected his
family. The worst of it was his good nature made him trust
all sorts of disreputable people, and he drank with fellows who
were not worth the sole of his shoe. Would you believe it, Rodion
Romanovitch, they found a gingerbread cock in his pocket; he
was dead drunk, but he did not forget the children!"
"A cock? Did you say a cock?" shouted the commissariatclerk.
Katerina Ivanovna did not vouchsafe a reply. She sighed,
lost in thought.
"No doubt you think, like every one, that I was too severe
with him," she went on, addressing Raskolnikov. "But that's not
so! He respected me, he respected me very much! He was a
kind-hearted man! And how sorry I was for him sometimes! He
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