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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 407
• "I thank you, honoured sir," she began loftily. "The causet
that have induced vis (take the money, Polenka: you see there
are generous and honourable people who are ready to help s
poor gentlewoman in distress) . You see, honoured sir, these
orphans of good family — I might even say of aristocratic con-
nections— and that wretch of a general sat eating grouse . . .
and stamped at my disturbing him. 'Your excellency,' I said,
'protect the orphans, for you knew my late husband, Semyon
Zaharovitch, and on the very day of his death the basest of
scoundrels slandered his only daughter.' . . . That policeman
again! Protect me," she cried to the official. "Why is that police-
man edging up to me? We have only just run away from one of
them. What do you want, fool?"
"It's forbidden in the streets. You musn't make a disturb-
ance."
"It's you're making a disturbance. It's just the same as if
I were grinding an organ. What business is it of yours?"
"You have to get a licence for an organ, and you haven't got
one, and in that way you collect a crowd. Where do you lodge?"
"What, a licence?" wailed Katerina Ivanovna. "I buried my
husband to-day. What need of a licence?"
"Calm yourself^ madam, calm yourself," began the official.
"Come along; I will escort you. . . . This is no place for you in
the crowd. You are ill."
"Honoured sir, honoured sir, you don't know," screamed
Katerina Ivanovna. "We are going to the Nevsky. . . . Sonia,
Sonia! Where is she? She is crying too! What's the matter with
you all? Kolya, Lida, where are you going?" she cried suddenly
in alarm. "Oh, silly children! Kolya, Lida, where are they off
to? ..."
Kolya and Lida, scared out of their wits by the crowd, and
their mother's mad pranks, suddenly seized each other by the
hand, and ran off at the sight of the policeman who wanted to
take them away somewhere. Weeping and wailing, poor Kate-
rina Ivanovna ran after them. She was a piteous and unseemly
spectacle, as she ran, weeping and panting for breath. Sonia
and Polenka rushed after her.
"Bring them back, bring them back, Sonia! Oh stupid, un-
grateful children! . . . Polenka! catch them. . . . It's for yoiu
sakev I . . ."
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