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"
And
where
is
Ivan
Antonovitch
?
"
The
elderly
man
pointed
to
another
corner
of
the
room
;
whither
Chichikov
and
Manilov
next
directed
their
steps
.
As
they
advanced
,
Ivan
Antonovitch
cast
an
eye
backwards
and
viewed
them
askance
.
Then
,
with
renewed
ardour
,
he
resumed
his
work
of
writing
.
"
Would
you
mind
telling
me
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
bowing
,
"
whether
this
is
the
desk
for
serf
affairs
?
"
It
appeared
as
though
Ivan
Antonovitch
had
not
heard
,
so
completely
did
he
bury
himself
in
his
papers
and
return
no
reply
.
Instantly
it
became
plain
that
HE
at
least
was
of
an
age
of
discretion
,
and
not
one
of
your
jejune
chatterboxes
and
harum-scarums
;
for
,
although
his
hair
was
still
thick
and
black
,
he
had
long
ago
passed
his
fortieth
year
.
His
whole
face
tended
towards
the
nose
--
it
was
what
,
in
common
parlance
,
is
known
as
a
"
pitcher-mug
.
"
"
Would
you
mind
telling
me
,
"
repeated
Chichikov
,
"
whether
this
is
the
desk
for
serf
affairs
?
"
"
It
is
that
,
"
said
Ivan
Antonovitch
,
again
lowering
his
jug-shaped
jowl
,
and
resuming
his
writing
.
"
Then
I
should
like
to
transact
the
following
business
.
From
various
landowners
in
this
canton
I
have
purchased
a
number
of
peasants
for
transfer
.
Here
is
the
purchase
list
,
and
it
needs
but
to
be
registered
.
"
"
Have
you
also
the
vendors
here
?
"
"
Some
of
them
,
and
from
the
rest
I
have
obtained
powers
of
attorney
.
"
