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Chapter 7

           

           SuddenlyhebecameawarethatGeneralEpanchinwastappinghimontheshoulder;IvanPetrovitchwaslaughingtoo,butstillmorekindandsympathizingwastheolddignitary.Hetooktheprincebythehandandpresseditwarmly;thenhepattedit,andquietlyurgedhimtorecollecthimselfspeakingtohimexactlyashewouldhavespokentoalittlefrightenedchild,whichpleasedtheprincewonderfully;andnextseatedhimbesidehimself.

           Theprincegazedintohisfacewithpleasure,butstillseemedtohavenopowertospeak.Hisbreathfailedhim.Theoldman’sfacepleasedhimgreatly.

           “Doyoureallyforgiveme?”hesaidatlast.“AndandLizabethaProkofievnatoo?”Thelaughincreased,tearscameintotheprince’seyes,hecouldnotbelieveinallthiskindnesshewasenchanted.

           “Thevasecertainlywasaverybeautifulone.Irememberithereforfifteenyearsyes,quitethat!”remarkedIvanPetrovitch.

           “Oh,whatadreadfulcalamity!Awretchedvasesmashed,andamanhalfdeadwithremorseaboutit,”saidLizabethaProkofievna,loudly.“Whatmadeyousodreadfullystartled,LefNicolaievitch?”sheadded,alittletimidly.“Come,mydearboy!cheerup.Youreallyalarmme,takingtheaccidentsotoheart.”

           “Doyouforgivemeallall,besidesthevase,Imean?”saidtheprince,risingfromhisseatoncemore,buttheoldgentlemancaughthishandanddrewhimdownagainheseemedunwillingtolethimgo.

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