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In
point
of
fact
it
is
quite
possible
that
the
matter
would
have
ended
in
a
very
commonplace
and
natural
way
in
a
few
minutes
.
The
undoubtedly
astonished
,
but
now
more
collected
,
General
Epanchin
had
several
times
endeavoured
to
interrupt
the
prince
,
and
not
having
succeeded
he
was
now
preparing
to
take
firmer
and
more
vigorous
measures
to
attain
his
end
.
In
another
minute
or
two
he
would
probably
have
made
up
his
mind
to
lead
the
prince
quietly
out
of
the
room
,
on
the
plea
of
his
being
ill
(
and
it
was
more
than
likely
that
the
general
was
right
in
his
belief
that
the
prince
was
actually
ill
)
,
but
it
so
happened
that
destiny
had
something
different
in
store
.
At
the
beginning
of
the
evening
,
when
the
prince
first
came
into
the
room
,
he
had
sat
down
as
far
as
possible
from
the
Chinese
vase
which
Aglaya
had
spoken
of
the
day
before
.
Will
it
be
believed
that
,
after
Aglaya
's
alarming
words
,
an
ineradicable
conviction
had
taken
possession
of
his
mind
that
,
however
he
might
try
to
avoid
this
vase
next
day
,
he
must
certainly
break
it
?
But
so
it
was
.
During
the
evening
other
impressions
began
to
awaken
in
his
mind
,
as
we
have
seen
,
and
he
forgot
his
presentiment
.
But
when
Pavlicheff
was
mentioned
and
the
general
introduced
him
to
Ivan
Petrovitch
,
he
had
changed
his
place
,
and
went
over
nearer
to
the
table
;
when
,
it
so
happened
,
he
took
the
chair
nearest
to
the
beautiful
vase
,
which
stood
on
a
pedestal
behind
him
,
just
about
on
a
level
with
his
elbow
.
As
he
spoke
his
last
words
he
had
risen
suddenly
from
his
seat
with
a
wave
of
his
arm
,
and
there
was
a
general
cry
of
horror
.
The
huge
vase
swayed
backwards
and
forwards
;
it
seemed
to
be
uncertain
whether
or
no
to
topple
over
on
to
the
head
of
one
of
the
old
men
,
but
eventually
determined
to
go
the
other
way
,
and
came
crashing
over
towards
the
German
poet
,
who
darted
out
of
the
way
in
terror
.
The
crash
,
the
cry
,
the
sight
of
the
fragments
of
valuable
china
covering
the
carpet
,
the
alarm
of
the
company
--
what
all
this
meant
to
the
poor
prince
it
would
be
difficult
to
convey
to
the
mind
of
the
reader
,
or
for
him
to
imagine
.
But
one
very
curious
fact
was
that
all
the
shame
and
vexation
and
mortification
which
he
felt
over
the
accident
were
less
powerful
than
the
deep
impression
of
the
almost
supernatural
truth
of
his
premonition
.
He
stood
still
in
alarm
--
in
almost
superstitious
alarm
,
for
a
moment
;
then
all
mists
seemed
to
clear
away
from
his
eyes
;
he
was
conscious
of
nothing
but
light
and
joy
and
ecstasy
;
his
breath
came
and
went
;
but
the
moment
passed
.
Thank
God
it
was
not
that
!
He
drew
a
long
breath
and
looked
around
.
For
some
minutes
he
did
not
seem
to
comprehend
the
excitement
around
him
;
that
is
,
he
comprehended
it
and
saw
everything
,
but
he
stood
aside
,
as
it
were
,
like
someone
invisible
in
a
fairy
tale
,
as
though
he
had
nothing
to
do
with
what
was
going
on
,
though
it
pleased
him
to
take
an
interest
in
it
.
