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In fact, I gave the fellows a knock or two for themselves." "You say that I am believed to be a forger?" said Chichikov, starting from his seat. "Yes," said Nozdrev. "Why have you gone and frightened everybody as you have done? Some of our folk are almost out of their minds about it, and declare you to be either a brigand in disguise or a spy.
"Do you, or do you not, intend to finish the game?" said Nozdrev. "Give me a direct answer." "No; it will not be possible to finish the game," replied Chichikov, glancing out of the window. He could see his britchka standing ready for him, and Selifan evidently awaiting orders to draw up to the entrance steps.
For instance, had pepper represented the nearest article within reach, she had added pepper wholesale. Had a cabbage chanced to be so encountered, she had pressed it also into the service. And the same with milk, bacon, and peas. In short, her rule seemed to have been "Make a hot dish of some sort, and some sort of taste will result." For the rest, Nozdrev drew heavily upon the wine.
"You NEVER paid ten thousand roubles for the brute!" exclaimed the brother-in-law. "He isn't worth even a thousand." "By God, I DID pay ten thousand!" asserted Nozdrev. "You can swear that as much as you like," retorted the other. "Will you bet that I did not?" asked Nozdrev, but the brother-in-law declined the offer.
Indeed, if you had stood there and said to me, 'Nozdrev, tell me on your honour which of the two you love best your father or Chichikov? I should have replied, 'Chichikov, by God!" With that he tackled our hero again, "Come, come, my friend!" he urged. "Let me imprint upon your cheeks a baiser or two. You will excuse me if I kiss him, will you not, your Excellency?
And Nozdrev approached a step nearer. "Very well; I DO say that," replied Chichikov, and at the same moment raised his hands towards his face, for the dispute was growing heated. "Porphyri! Pavlushka!" shouted Nozdrev as madly he strove to free himself.
However, if Nozdrev resembled the headstrong, desperate lieutenant whom we have just pictured as advancing upon a fortress, at least the fortress itself in no way resembled the impregnable stronghold which I have described. As a matter of fact, the fortress became seized with a panic which drove its spirit into its boots.
Nay, some good folk had even declared the letters of Napoleon's name to constitute the Apocalyptic cipher! As a last resort, the tchinovniks decided to question Nozdrev, since not only had the latter been the first to mention the dead souls, but also he was supposed to stand on terms of intimacy with Chichikov. Accordingly the Chief of Police dispatched a note by the hand of a commissionaire.
"Then, since you don't care to give me any money for it," persisted Nozdrev, "listen to the following proposal. I will give you the barrel-organ and all the dead souls which I possess, and in return you shall give me your britchka, and another three hundred roubles into the bargain." "Listen to the man! In that case, what should I have left to drive in?" "Oh, I would stand you another britchka.
With that he added aloud: "Very well, I WILL come with you, but do not let us be long, for my time is very precious." "That's right, that's right!" cried Nozdrev. "Splendid, splendid! Let me embrace you!" And he fell upon Chichikov's neck. "All three of us will go." "No, no," put in the flaxen-haired man. "You must excuse me, for I must be off home." "Rubbish, rubbish!
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