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Plushkin
took
it
in
both
hands
,
bore
it
to
a
bureau
with
as
much
caution
as
though
he
were
carrying
a
liquid
which
might
at
any
moment
splash
him
in
the
face
,
and
,
arrived
at
the
bureau
,
and
glancing
round
once
more
,
carefully
packed
the
cash
in
one
of
his
money
bags
,
where
,
doubtless
,
it
was
destined
to
lie
buried
until
,
to
the
intense
joy
of
his
daughters
and
his
son-in-law
(
and
,
perhaps
,
of
the
captain
who
claimed
kinship
with
him
)
,
he
should
himself
receive
burial
at
the
hands
of
Fathers
Carp
and
Polycarp
,
the
two
priests
attached
to
his
village
.
Lastly
,
the
money
concealed
,
Plushkin
re-seated
himself
in
the
armchair
,
and
seemed
at
a
loss
for
further
material
for
conversation
.
"
Are
you
thinking
of
starting
?
"
at
length
he
inquired
,
on
seeing
Chichikov
making
a
trifling
movement
,
though
the
movement
was
only
to
extract
from
his
pocket
a
handkerchief
.
Nevertheless
the
question
reminded
Chichikov
that
there
was
no
further
excuse
for
lingering
.
"
Yes
,
I
must
be
going
,
"
he
said
as
he
took
his
hat
.
"
Then
what
about
the
tea
?
"
"
Thank
you
,
I
will
have
some
on
my
next
visit
.
"
"
What
?
Even
though
I
have
just
ordered
the
samovar
to
be
got
ready
?
Well
,
well
!
I
myself
do
not
greatly
care
for
tea
,
for
I
think
it
an
expensive
beverage
.
Moreover
,
the
price
of
sugar
has
risen
terribly
.
"
"
Proshka
!
"
he
then
shouted
.
"
The
samovar
will
not
be
needed
.
Return
the
sugar
to
Mavra
,
and
tell
her
to
put
it
back
again
.
But
no
.
Bring
the
sugar
here
,
and
I
will
put
it
back
.
"
"
Good-bye
,
dear
sir
,
"
finally
he
added
to
Chichikov
.
"
May
the
Lord
bless
you
!
Hand
that
letter
to
the
President
of
the
Council
,
and
let
him
read
it
.
Yes
,
he
is
an
old
friend
of
mine
.
We
knew
one
another
as
schoolfellows
.
"
With
that
this
strange
phenomenon
,
this
withered
old
man
,
escorted
his
guest
to
the
gates
of
the
courtyard
,
and
,
after
the
guest
had
departed
,
ordered
the
gates
to
be
closed
,
made
the
round
of
the
outbuildings
for
the
purpose
of
ascertaining
whether
the
numerous
watchmen
were
at
their
posts
,
peered
into
the
kitchen
(
where
,
under
the
pretence
of
seeing
whether
his
servants
were
being
properly
fed
,
he
made
a
light
meal
of
cabbage
soup
and
gruel
)
,
rated
the
said
servants
soundly
for
their
thievishness
and
general
bad
behaviour
,
and
then
returned
to
his
room
.
Meditating
in
solitude
,
he
fell
to
thinking
how
best
he
could
contrive
to
recompense
his
guest
for
the
latter
's
measureless
benevolence
.
"
I
will
present
him
,
"
he
thought
to
himself
,
"
with
a
watch
.
It
is
a
good
silver
article
--
not
one
of
those
cheap
metal
affairs
;
and
though
it
has
suffered
some
damage
,
he
can
easily
get
that
put
right
.
A
young
man
always
needs
to
give
a
watch
to
his
betrothed
.
"
