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At
this
moment
she
was
called
by
someone
.
She
broke
loose
from
him
with
an
air
of
relief
and
ran
away
.
The
prince
was
in
a
fever
all
night
.
It
was
strange
,
but
he
had
suffered
from
fever
for
several
nights
in
succession
.
On
this
particular
night
,
while
in
semi-delirium
,
he
had
an
idea
:
what
if
on
the
morrow
he
were
to
have
a
fit
before
everybody
?
The
thought
seemed
to
freeze
his
blood
within
him
.
All
night
he
fancied
himself
in
some
extraordinary
society
of
strange
persons
.
The
worst
of
it
was
that
he
was
talking
nonsense
;
he
knew
that
he
ought
not
to
speak
at
all
,
and
yet
he
talked
the
whole
time
;
he
seemed
to
be
trying
to
persuade
them
all
to
something
.
Evgenie
and
Hippolyte
were
among
the
guests
,
and
appeared
to
be
great
friends
.
He
awoke
towards
nine
o'clock
with
a
headache
,
full
of
confused
ideas
and
strange
impressions
.
For
some
reason
or
other
he
felt
most
anxious
to
see
Rogojin
,
to
see
and
talk
to
him
,
but
what
he
wished
to
say
he
could
not
tell
.
Next
,
he
determined
to
go
and
see
Hippolyte
.
His
mind
was
in
a
confused
state
,
so
much
so
that
the
incidents
of
the
morning
seemed
to
be
imperfectly
realized
,
though
acutely
felt
.
One
of
these
incidents
was
a
visit
from
Lebedeff
.
Lebedeff
came
rather
early
--
before
ten
--
but
he
was
tipsy
already
.
Though
the
prince
was
not
in
an
observant
condition
,
yet
he
could
not
avoid
seeing
that
for
at
least
three
days
--
ever
since
General
Ivolgin
had
left
the
house
Lebedeff
had
been
behaving
very
badly
.
He
looked
untidy
and
dirty
at
all
times
of
the
day
,
and
it
was
said
that
he
had
begun
to
rage
about
in
his
own
house
,
and
that
his
temper
was
very
bad
.
As
soon
as
he
arrived
this
morning
,
he
began
to
hold
forth
,
beating
his
breast
and
apparently
blaming
himself
for
something
.
"
I
've
--
I
've
had
a
reward
for
my
meanness
--
I
've
had
a
slap
in
the
face
,
"
he
concluded
,
tragically
.
"
A
slap
in
the
face
?
From
whom
?
And
so
early
in
the
morning
?
"
"
Early
?
"
said
Lebedeff
,
sarcastically
.
"
Time
counts
for
nothing
,
even
in
physical
chastisement
;
but
my
slap
in
the
face
was
not
physical
,
it
was
moral
.
"
He
suddenly
took
a
seat
,
very
unceremoniously
,
and
began
his
story
.
It
was
very
disconnected
;
the
prince
frowned
,
and
wished
he
could
get
away
;
but
suddenly
a
few
words
struck
him
.
He
sat
stiff
with
wonder
--
Lebedeff
said
some
extraordinary
things
.
In
the
first
place
he
began
about
some
letter
;
the
name
of
Aglaya
Ivanovna
came
in
.
Then
suddenly
he
broke
off
and
began
to
accuse
the
prince
of
something
;
he
was
apparently
offended
with
him
.
At
first
he
declared
that
the
prince
had
trusted
him
with
his
confidences
as
to
"
a
certain
person
"
(
Nastasia
Philipovna
)
,
but
that
of
late
his
friendship
had
been
thrust
back
into
his
bosom
,
and
his
innocent
question
as
to
"
approaching
family
changes
"
had
been
curtly
put
aside
,
which
Lebedeff
declared
,
with
tipsy
tears
,
he
could
not
bear
;
especially
as
he
knew
so
much
already
both
from
Rogojin
and
Nastasia
Philipovna
and
her
friend
,
and
from
Varvara
Ardalionovna
,
and
even
from
Aglaya
Ivanovna
,
through
his
daughter
Vera
.
"
And
who
told
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
something
in
secret
,
by
letter
?
Who
told
her
all
about
the
movements
of
a
certain
person
called
Nastasia
Philipovna
?
Who
was
the
anonymous
person
,
eh
?
Tell
me
!
"
