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- CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 361
trollable laughter at the expense of her visitors and especially
of her landlady,
"It's all that cuckoo's fault! You know whom I mean? Her,
her!" Katerina Ivanovna nodded towards the landlady. "Look
at her, she's making round eyes, she feels that we are talking
about her and can't understand. Pfoo, the owl! Ha-ha! (Cough-
cough-cough.) And what does she put on that cap for?
(Cough-cough-cough.) Have you noticed that she wants every
one to consider that she is patronising me and doing me an hon-
our by being here? I asked her like a sensible woman to invite
people, especially those who knew my late husband, and look
at the set of fools she has brought! The sweeps! Look at that
one with the spotty face. And those wretched Poles, ha-ha-ha!
(Cough-cough-cough.) Not one of them has ever poked his
nose in here, I've never set eyes on them. What have they come
here for, I ask you? There they sit in a row. Hey, pan!" she
cried suddenly to one of them, "have you tasted the pancakes?
Take some more! Have some beer! Won't you have some vodka?
Look, he's jumped up and is making his bows, they must be
quite starved, poor things. Never mind, let them eat! They
don't make a noise, anyway, though I'm really afraid for our
landlady's silver spoons . . . Amalia Ivanovna!" she addressed
her suddenly, almost aloud, "if your spoons Should happen to
be stolen, I won't be responsible, I warn you! Ha-ha-ha!" She
laughed turning to Raskolnikov, and again nodding towards
the landlady, in high glee at her sally. "She didn't understand,
she didn't understand again! Look how she sits with her mouth
open! An owl, a real owl! An owl in new ribbons, ha-ha-ha!"
Here her laugh turned again to an insufferable fit of coughing
that lasted five minutes. Drops of perspiration stood out on her
forehead and her handkerchief was stained with blood. She
showed Raskolnikov the blood in silence, and as soon as she could
get her breath began whispering to him again with extreme
animation and a hectic flush on her cheeks.
"Do you know, I gave her the most delicate instructions, so
to speak, for inviting that lady and her daughter, you under-
stand ofwhom I am speaking? It needed the utmost delicacy,
the greatest nicety, 'but she has managed things so that that
fool, that conceited baggage, that provincial nonentity, simply
because she is the widow of a major, and has come to try and get
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