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Chapter 7

           

           Hippolytehimselfsatquiteunconsciousofwhatwasgoingon,andgazedaroundwithasenselessexpression.

           LebedeffandColiacamerushingupatthismoment.

           “Whatisit?”someoneasked,breathlessly—“Amisfire?”

           “Perhapsitwasn’tloaded,”saidseveralvoices.

           “It’sloadedallright,”saidKeller,examiningthepistol,“but—”

           “What!diditmissfire?”

           “Therewasnocapinit,”Kellerannounced.

           Itwouldbedifficulttodescribethepitiablescenethatnowfollowed.Thefirstsensationofalarmsoongaveplacetoamusement;someburstoutlaughingloudandheartily,andseemedtofindamalicioussatisfactioninthejoke.PoorHippolytesobbedhysterically;hewrunghishands;heapproachedeveryoneinturn—evenFerdishenko—andtookthembybothhands,andsworesolemnlythathehadforgotten—absolutelyforgotten—“accidentally,andnotonpurpose,”—toputacapin—thathe“hadtenofthem,atleast,inhispocket.”Hepulledthemoutandshowedthemtoeveryone;heprotestedthathehadnotlikedtoputoneinbeforehandforfearofanaccidentalexplosioninhispocket.Thathehadthoughthewouldhavelotsoftimetoputitinafterwards—whenrequired—and,that,intheheatofthemoment,hehadforgottenallaboutit.Hethrewhimselfupontheprince,thenonEvgeniePavlovitch.

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