tremendously　excited　and　were　continually　shouting　at　him：　〃The　Pan　is
  a　lajdak！〃　and　muttering　threats　in　Polish。　Sonia　had　been　listening
  with　strained　attention；　though　she　too　seemed　unable　to　grasp　it　all；
  she　seemed　as　though　she　had　just　returned　to　consciousness。　She　did
  not　take　her　eyes　off　Raskolnikov；　feeling　that　all　her　safety　lay
  in　him。　Katerina　Ivanovna　breathed　hard　and　painfully　and　seemed
  fearfully　exhausted。　Amalia　Ivanovna　stood　looking　more　stupid　than
  any　one；　with　her　mouth　wide　open；　unable　to　make　out　what　had
  happened。　She　only　saw　that　Pyotr　Petrovitch　had　somehow　come　to
  grief。
  Raskolnikov　was　attempting　to　speak　again；　but　they　did　not　let　him。
  Every　one　was　crowding　round　Luzhin　with　threats　and　shouts　of
  abuse。　But　Pyotr　Petrovitch　was　not　intimidated。　Seeing　that　his
  accusation　of　Sonia　had　completely　failed；　he　had　recourse　to
  insolence：
  〃Allow　me；　gentlemen；　allow　me！　Don't　squeeze；　let　me　pass！〃　he
  said；　making　his　way　through　the　crowd。　〃And　no　threats　if　you　please！
  I　assure　you　it　will　be　useless；　you　will　gain　nothing　by　it。　On　the
  contrary；　you'll　have　to　answer；　gentlemen；　for　violently
  obstructing　the　course　of　justice。　The　thief　has　been　more　than
  unmasked；　and　I　shall　prosecute。　Our　judges　are　not　so　blind　and。。。
  not　so　drunk；　and　will　not　believe　the　testimony　of　two　notorious
  infidels；　agitators；　and　atheists；　who　accuse　me　from　motives　of
  personal　revenge　which　they　are　foolish　enough　to　admit。。。。　Yes；　allow
  me　to　pass！〃
  〃Don't　let　me　find　a　trace　of　you　in　my　room！　Kindly　leave　at
  once；　and　everything　is　at　an　end　between　us！　When　I　think　of　the
  trouble　I've　been　taking；　the　way　I've　been　expounding。。。　all　this
  fortnight！〃
  〃I　told　you　myself　to…day　that　I　was　going；　when　you　tried　to　keep
  me；　now　I　will　simply　add　that　you　are　a　fool。　I　advise　you　to　see　a
  doctor　for　your　brains　and　your　short　sight。　Let　me　pass；　gentlemen！〃
  He　forced　his　way　through。　But　the　commissariat　clerk　was
  unwilling　to　let　him　off　so　easily：　he　picked　up　a　glass　from　the
  table；　brandished　it　in　the　air　and　flung　it　at　Pyotr　Petrovitch；
  but　the　glass　flew　straight　at　Amalia　Ivanovna。　She　screamed；　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　justification…　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　endure。　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　on　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　sunk　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　husband's　funeral　I　am
  turned　out　of　my　lodgings！　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　gasping。　〃Good　God！〃　she　cried　with　flashing
  eyes；　〃is　there　no　justice　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　children；　I'll　come　back。　Wait　for　me；　if　you　have　to　wait　in
  the　street。　We　will　see　whether　there　is　justice　on　earth！〃
  And　throwing　over　her　head　that　green　shawl　which　Marmeladov　had
  mentioned　to　Raskolnikov；　Katerina　Ivanovna　squeezed　her　way　through
  the　disorderly　and　drunken　crowd　of　lodgers　who　still　filled　the　room；
  and；　wailing　and　tearful；　she　ran　into　the　street…　with　a　vague
  intention　of　going　at　once　somewhere　to　find　justice。　Polenka　with　the
  two　little　ones　in　her　arms　crouched；　terrified；　on　the　trunk　in　the
  corner　of　the　room；　where　she　waited　trembling　for　her　mother　to
  come　back。　Amalia　Ivanovna　raged　about　the　room；　shrieking；
  lamenting　and　throwing　everything　she　came　across　on　the　floor。　The
  lodgers　talked　incoherently；　some　commented　to　the　best　of　their
  ability　on　what　had　happened；　others　quarreled　and　swore　at　one
  another；　while　others　struck　up　a　song。。。。
  〃Now　it's　time　for　me　to　go；〃　thought　Raskolnikov。　〃Well；　Sofya
  Semyonovna；　we　shall　see　what　you'll　say　now！〃
  And　he　set　off　in　the　direction　of　Sonia's　lodgings。
  Chapter　Four
  RASKOLNIKOV　had　been　a　vigorous　and　active　champion　of　Sonia　against
  Luzhin；　although　he　had　such　a　load　of　horror　and　anguish　in　his　own
  heart。　But　having　gone　through　so　much　in　the　morning；　he　found　a　sort
  of　relief　in　a　change　of　sensations；　apart　from　the　strong　personal
  feeling　which　impelled　him　to　defend　Sonia。　He　was　agitated　too；
  especially　at　some　moments；　by　the　thought　of　his　approaching
  interview　with　Sonia：　he　had　to　tell　her　who　had　killed　Lizaveta。　He
  knew　the　terrible　suffering　it　would　be　to　him　and；　as　it　were；
  brushed　away　the　thought　of　it。　So　when　he　cried　as　he　left　Katerina
  Ivanovna's；　〃Well；　Sofya　Semyonovna；　we　shall　see　what　you'll　say
  now！〃　he　was　still　superficially　excited；　still　vigorous　and　defiant
  from　his　triumph　over　Luzhin。　But；　strange　to　say；　by　the　time　he
  reached　Sonia's　lodging；　he　felt　a　sudden　impotence　and　fear。　He　stood
  still　in　hesitation　at　the　door；　asking　himself　the　strange
  question：　〃Must　I　tell　her　who　killed　Lizaveta？〃　It　was　a　strange
  question　because　he　felt　at　the　very　time　not　only　that　he　could　not
  help　telling　her；　but　also　that　he　could　not　put　off　the　telling。　He
  did　not　yet　know　why　it　must　be　so；　he　only　felt　it；　and　the　agonising
  sense　of　his　impotence　before　the　inevitable　almost　crushed　him。　To
  cut　short　his　hesitation　and　suffering；　he　quickly　opened　the　door　and
  looked　at　Sonia　from　the　doorway。　She　was　sitting　with　her　elbows　on
  the　table　and　her　face　in　her　hands；　but　seeing　Raskolnikov　she　got　up
  at　once　and　came　to　meet　him　as　though　she　were　expecting　him。
  〃What　would　have　become　of　me　but　for　you！〃　she　said　quickly；
  meeting　him　in　the　middle　of　the　room。
  Evidently　she　was　in　haste　to　say　this　to　him。　It　was　what　she　had
  been　waiting　for。
  Raskolnikov　went　to　the　table　and　sat　down　on　the　chair　from　which
  she　had　only　just　risen。　She　stood　facing　him；　two　steps　away；　just　as
  she　had　done　the　day　before。
  〃Well；　Sonia？〃　he　said；　and　f