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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 381
table, brandished it in the air and flung it at Pyotr Petrovitch;
but the glass flew straight at Amalia Ivanovna. She screamedi
and the clerk, overbalancing, fell heavily under the table. Pyotr
Petrovitch made his way to his room and half an hour later had
left the house. Sonia, timid by nature, had felt before that day
that she could be ill-treated more easily than any one, and that
she could be wronged with impunity. Yet till that moment she
had fancied that she might escape misfortune by care, gentleness
and submissiveness before every one. Her disappointment was
too great. She could, of course, bear with patience and almost
without murmur anything, even this. But for the first minute
she felt it too bitter. In spite of her triumph and her justifica-
tion— 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. At last, unable
to bear any more, she rushed out of the room and ran home,
almost immediately after Luzhin's departure. When amidst
loud laughter the glass flew at Amalia Ivanovna, it was more
than the landlady could endvure. With a shriek she rushed like
a fury at Katerina Ivanovna, considering her to blame for
everything.
"Out of my lodgings! At once! Quick march!"
And with these words she began snatching up everything she
could lay her hands oh that belonged to Katerina Ivanovna,
and throwing it on the floor, Katerina Ivanovna, pale, almost
fainting, and gasping for breath, jumped up from the bed where
she had simk in exhaustion and darted at Amalia Ivanovna.
But the battle was too unequal: the landlady waved her away
like a feather.
"What! As though that godless calumny was not enough —
this vile creature attacks me! What! On the day of my hus-
band's funeral I am turned out of my lodging! After eating
my bread and salt she turns me into the street, with my orphans!
Where am I to go?" wailed the poor woman, sobbing and gasp-
ing. "Good God!" she cried with flashing eyes, "is there no jus-
tice upon earth? Whom should you protect if not us orphans?
We shall see! There is law and justice on earth, there is, I will
find it! Wait a bit, godless creature! Polenka, stay with the
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