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”
Then
once
more
with
pride
and
dignity
she
scanned
her
visitors
,
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
,
”
Katerina
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
everyone
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
commissariat
clerk
.
Katerina
Ivanovna
did
not
vouchsafe
a
reply
.
She
sighed
,
lost
in
thought
.
“
No
doubt
you
think
,
like
everyone
,
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
would
sit
in
a
corner
and
look
at
me
,
I
used
to
feel
so
sorry
for
him
,
I
used
to
want
to
be
kind
to
him
and
then
would
think
to
myself
:
‘
Be
kind
to
him
and
he
will
drink
again
,
’
it
was
only
by
severity
that
you
could
keep
him
within
bounds
.
”
“
Yes
,
he
used
to
get
his
hair
pulled
pretty
often
,
”
roared
the
commissariat
clerk
again
,
swallowing
another
glass
of
vodka
.
