and religious groups and the most judgmental members of

Ivanovna could be heard from the bridge, and it certainly was a

strange spectacle likely to attract a street crowd. Katerina

Ivanovna in her old dress with the green shawl, wearing a torn straw

hat, crushed in a hideous way on one side, was really frantic. She was

exhausted and breathless. Her wasted consumptive face looked more

suffering than ever, and indeed out of doors in the sunshine a

consumptive always looks worse than at home. But her excitement did

not flag, and every moment her irritation grew more intense. She