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- 368 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
some Finnish milkman, but that probably she never had a father
at all, since it was still uncertain whether her name was Amalia
Ivanovna or Amalia Ludwigovna.
At this Amalia Ivanovna, lashed to fury, struck the table with
her first, and shrieked that she was Amalia Ivanovna, and not
Ludwigovna, "that her vater was named Johann and that he
was a burgomeister, and that Katprina Ivanovna's vater was
quite never a burgomeister." Katerina Ivanovna rose from her
chair, and with a stern and apparently calm voice (though she
was pale and her chest was heaving) observed that "if she dared
for one moment to set her contemptible wretch of a father on
a level with her papa, she, Katerina Ivanovna, would tear her
cap off her head and trample it under foot." Amalia Ivanovna
ran about the room, shouting at the top of her voice, that she
was mistress of the house and that Katerina Ivanovna should
leave the lodgings that minute; then she rushed for some reason
to collect the silver spoons from the table. There was a great
outcry and uproar, the children began crying. Sonia ran to
restrain Katerina Ivanovna, but when Amalia Ivanovna shouted
something about "the yellow ticket," Katerina Ivanovna pushed
Sonia away, and rushed at the landlady to carry out her threat.
At that minute the door opened, artd Pyotr Petrovitch
Luzhin app>eared on the threshold. He stood scanning the party
with severe and vigilant eyes. Katerina Ivanovna rushed to him.
CHAPTER III
"Pyotr Petrovitch," she cried, "protect me . . . you at least!
Make this foolish woman understand that she can't behave like
this to a lady in misfortune . , . that there is a law for such
things. . . . I'll go to the governor-general himself. . . . She shall
answer for it. . . . Remembering my father's hospitality protect
these orphans."
"Allow me, madam. . . . Allow me." Pyotr Petrovitch waved
her off. "Your papa, as you are well aware, I had not the honour
of knowing" (some one laughed aloud) "and I do not intend to
take part in your everlasting squabbles with Amaha Ivanovna.
... I have come here to speak of my own affairs . . . and I want to
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