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One night toward eleven o'clock they were awakened by the noise of a horse pulling up outside their door. The servant opened the garret-window and parleyed for some time with a man in the street below. He came for the doctor, had a letter for him. Nastasie came downstairs shivering and undid the bars and bolts one after the other.
'You hand them over to me by a regular conveyance, and I pay you whatever we agree upon for them. 'And what will you do with them? asked Nastasie in great surprise. 'That is my business, said Tchitchikof. 'But you see they are dead. 'And who, in the name of goodness, said they were living? cried he. 'It's a misfortune for you that they are dead, isn't it?
He put his find in his pocket and whipped up the nag. When they reached home the dinner was not ready. Madame lost her temper. Nastasie answered rudely. "Leave the room!" said Emma. "You are forgetting yourself. I give you warning." For dinner there was onion soup and a piece of veal with sorrel. Charles, seated opposite Emma, rubbed his hands gleefully. "How good it is to be at home again!"
He put his find in his pocket and whipped up the nag. When they reached home the dinner was not ready. Madame lost her temper. Nastasie answered rudely. "Leave the room!" said Emma. "You are forgetting yourself. I give you warning." For dinner there was onion soup and a piece of veal with sorrel. Charles, seated opposite Emma, rubbed his hands gleefully. "How good it is to be at home again!"
She had found one of her sisters, and presently Nastasie Barette, wife of Léroux, made her appearance, holding an infant in her arms, another child by the hand, while on her left was a little cabin-boy with his hands in his pockets and his cap on his ear. At the end of fifteen minutes, Madame Aubain bade her go.
Nastasie could be heard crying. He was rather fond of the poor girl. She had formerly, during the wearisome time of his widowhood, kept him company many an evening. She had been his first patient, his oldest acquaintance in the place. "Have you given her warning for good?" he asked at last. "Yes. Who is to prevent me?" she replied.
'Nevertheless, your men look well enough, and But, pardon me allow me to inquire to whom I am indebted for this hospitality? I am quite confused arrived so suddenly and so late I' 'My name is Korobotchka my paternal name Nastasie Petrovna. 'Nastasie Petrovna! Beautiful name. 'And you, sir? inquired Nastasie. And then added, palpitating with terror: 'Are you surely not are you an assessor?
You were mentioning that you have had many deaths here? 'Alas, yes! eighteen souls, said Nastasie, sighing; 'and such fine fellows: and the worst is, I shall have to pay for them. The assessor arrives, you must pay what he demands pay to a soul. Eighteen die it is all one you pay the same. They are frightful, they are ruinous, these deaths!
She had found one of her sisters, and presently Nastasie Barette, wife of Leroux, made her appearance, holding an infant in her arms, another child by the hand, while on her left was a little cabin-boy with his hands in his pockets and his cap on his ear. At the end of fifteen minutes, Madame Aubain bade her go.
'Ah, Nastasie, said Tchitchikof, 'it is the will of God: we must not murmur against Providence! But tell me will you let me have them? 'Let you have what? 'Your dead souls. 'How can I let you have them? 'Nothing easier. Sell them to me: I will give you money for them. 'How! what! Do you want to disinter them? 'Disinter them! what nonsense; no! cried Tchitchikof.
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