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He
saw
them
gather
up
the
broken
bits
of
china
;
he
heard
the
loud
talking
of
the
guests
and
observed
how
pale
Aglaya
looked
,
and
how
very
strangely
she
was
gazing
at
him
.
There
was
no
hatred
in
her
expression
,
and
no
anger
whatever
.
It
was
full
of
alarm
for
him
,
and
sympathy
and
affection
,
while
she
looked
around
at
the
others
with
flashing
,
angry
eyes
.
His
heart
filled
with
a
sweet
pain
as
he
gazed
at
her
.
At
length
he
observed
,
to
his
amazement
,
that
all
had
taken
their
seats
again
,
and
were
laughing
and
talking
as
though
nothing
had
happened
.
Another
minute
and
the
laughter
grew
louder
--
they
were
laughing
at
him
,
at
his
dumb
stupor
--
laughing
kindly
and
merrily
.
Several
of
them
spoke
to
him
,
and
spoke
so
kindly
and
cordially
,
especially
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
--
she
was
saying
the
kindest
possible
things
to
him
.
Suddenly
he
became
aware
that
General
Epanchin
was
tapping
him
on
the
shoulder
;
Ivan
Petrovitch
was
laughing
too
,
but
still
more
kind
and
sympathizing
was
the
old
dignitary
.
He
took
the
prince
by
the
hand
and
pressed
it
warmly
;
then
he
patted
it
,
and
quietly
urged
him
to
recollect
himself
--
speaking
to
him
exactly
as
he
would
have
spoken
to
a
little
frightened
child
,
which
pleased
the
prince
wonderfully
;
and
next
seated
him
beside
himself
.
The
prince
gazed
into
his
face
with
pleasure
,
but
still
seemed
to
have
no
power
to
speak
.
His
breath
failed
him
.
The
old
man
's
face
pleased
him
greatly
.
"
Do
you
really
forgive
me
?
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
And
--
and
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
too
?
"
The
laugh
increased
,
tears
came
into
the
prince
's
eyes
,
he
could
not
believe
in
all
this
kindness
--
he
was
enchanted
.
"
The
vase
certainly
was
a
very
beautiful
one
.
I
remember
it
here
for
fifteen
years
--
yes
,
quite
that
!
"
remarked
Ivan
Petrovitch
.
"
Oh
,
what
a
dreadful
calamity
!
A
wretched
vase
smashed
,
and
a
man
half
dead
with
remorse
about
it
,
"
said
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
,
loudly
.
"
What
made
you
so
dreadfully
startled
,
Lef
Nicolaievitch
?
"
she
added
,
a
little
timidly
.
"
Come
,
my
dear
boy
!
cheer
up
.
You
really
alarm
me
,
taking
the
accident
so
to
heart
.
"
"
Do
you
forgive
me
all
--
all
,
besides
the
vase
,
I
mean
?
"
said
the
prince
,
rising
from
his
seat
once
more
,
but
the
old
gentleman
caught
his
hand
and
drew
him
down
again
--
he
seemed
unwilling
to
let
him
go
.
"
C'est
très-curieux
et
c'est
très-sérieux
,
"
he
whispered
across
the
table
to
Ivan
Petrovitch
,
rather
loudly
.
Probably
the
prince
heard
him
.
"
So
that
I
have
not
offended
any
of
you
?
You
will
not
believe
how
happy
I
am
to
be
able
to
think
so
.
It
is
as
it
should
be
.
As
if
I
could
offend
anyone
here
!
I
should
offend
you
again
by
even
suggesting
such
a
thing
.
"
