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atia, the maid-servant, made her appearance, terribly
Kfrightened.
‘Goodness knows what it means, ma’am,’ she said. ‘There
is a whole collection of men come—all tipsy—and want to
see you. They say that ‘it’s Rogojin, and she knows all about
it.’’
‘It’s all right, Katia, let them all in at once.’
‘Surely not ALL, ma’am? They seem so disorderly—it’s
dreadful to see them.’
‘Yes ALL, Katia, all—every one of them. Let them in, or
they’ll come in whether you like or no. Listen! what a noise
they are making! Perhaps you are offended, gentlemen, that
I should receive such guests in your presence? I am very sor-
ry, and ask your forgiveness, but it cannot be helped—and I
should be very grateful if you could all stay and witness this
climax. However, just as you please, of course.’
The guests exchanged glances; they were annoyed and be-
wildered by the episode; but it was clear enough that all this
had been prearranged and expected by Nastasia Philipovna,
and that there was no use in trying to stop her now—for she
was little short of insane.
Besides, they were naturally inquisitive to see what was
to happen. There was nobody who would be likely to feel
much alarm. There were but two ladies present; one of

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