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"
Very
well
.
"
The
bailiff
departed
.
"
For
what
purpose
do
you
want
it
?
"
inquired
Manilov
when
the
bailiff
had
gone
.
The
question
seemed
to
embarrass
the
guest
,
for
in
Chichikov
's
face
there
dawned
a
sort
of
tense
expression
,
and
it
reddened
as
though
its
owner
were
striving
to
express
something
not
easy
to
put
into
words
.
True
enough
,
Manilov
was
now
destined
to
hear
such
strange
and
unexpected
things
as
never
before
had
greeted
human
ears
.
"
You
ask
me
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
"
for
what
purpose
I
want
the
list
.
Well
,
my
purpose
in
wanting
it
is
this
--
that
I
desire
to
purchase
a
few
peasants
.
"
And
he
broke
off
in
a
gulp
.
"
But
may
I
ask
HOW
you
desire
to
purchase
those
peasants
?
"
asked
Manilov
.
"
With
land
,
or
merely
as
souls
for
transferment
--
that
is
to
say
,
by
themselves
,
and
without
any
land
?
"
"
I
want
the
peasants
themselves
only
,
"
replied
Chichikov
.
"
And
I
want
dead
ones
at
that
.
"
"
What
?
--
Excuse
me
,
but
I
am
a
trifle
deaf
.
Really
,
your
words
sound
most
strange
!
"
"
All
that
I
am
proposing
to
do
,
"
replied
Chichikov
,
"
is
to
purchase
the
dead
peasants
who
,
at
the
last
census
,
were
returned
by
you
as
alive
.
"
Manilov
dropped
his
pipe
on
the
floor
,
and
sat
gaping
.
Yes
,
the
two
friends
who
had
just
been
discussing
the
joys
of
camaraderie
sat
staring
at
one
another
like
the
portraits
which
,
of
old
,
used
to
hang
on
opposite
sides
of
a
mirror
.
At
length
Manilov
picked
up
his
pipe
,
and
,
while
doing
so
,
glanced
covertly
at
Chichikov
to
see
whether
there
was
any
trace
of
a
smile
to
be
detected
on
his
lips
--
whether
,
in
short
,
he
was
joking
.
But
nothing
of
the
sort
could
be
discerned
.
