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On
the
contrary
,
Chichikov
's
face
looked
graver
than
usual
.
Next
,
Manilov
wondered
whether
,
for
some
unknown
reason
,
his
guest
had
lost
his
wits
;
wherefore
he
spent
some
time
in
gazing
at
him
with
anxious
intentness
.
But
the
guest
's
eyes
seemed
clear
--
they
contained
no
spark
of
the
wild
,
restless
fire
which
is
apt
to
wander
in
the
eyes
of
madmen
.
All
was
as
it
should
be
.
Consequently
,
in
spite
of
Manilov
's
cogitations
,
he
could
think
of
nothing
better
to
do
than
to
sit
letting
a
stream
of
tobacco
smoke
escape
from
his
mouth
.
"
So
,
"
continued
Chichikov
,
"
what
I
desire
to
know
is
whether
you
are
willing
to
hand
over
to
me
--
to
resign
--
these
actually
non-living
,
but
legally
living
,
peasants
;
or
whether
you
have
any
better
proposal
to
make
?
"
Manilov
felt
too
confused
and
confounded
to
do
aught
but
continue
staring
at
his
interlocutor
.
"
I
think
that
you
are
disturbing
yourself
unnecessarily
,
"
was
Chichikov
's
next
remark
.
"
I
?
Oh
no
!
Not
at
all
!
"
stammered
Manilov
.
"
Only
--
pardon
me
--
I
do
not
quite
comprehend
you
.
You
see
,
never
has
it
fallen
to
my
lot
to
acquire
the
brilliant
polish
which
is
,
so
to
speak
,
manifest
in
your
every
movement
.
Nor
have
I
ever
been
able
to
attain
the
art
of
expressing
myself
well
.
Consequently
,
although
there
is
a
possibility
that
in
the
--
er
--
utterances
which
have
just
fallen
from
your
lips
there
may
lie
something
else
concealed
,
it
may
equally
be
that
--
er
--
you
have
been
pleased
so
to
express
yourself
for
the
sake
of
the
beauty
of
the
terms
wherein
that
expression
found
shape
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
"
asserted
Chichikov
.
"
I
mean
what
I
say
and
no
more
.
My
reference
to
such
of
your
pleasant
souls
as
are
dead
was
intended
to
be
taken
literally
.
"
Manilov
still
felt
at
a
loss
--
though
he
was
conscious
that
he
MUST
do
something
,
he
MUST
propound
some
question
.
But
what
question
?
The
devil
alone
knew
!
In
the
end
he
merely
expelled
some
more
tobacco
smoke
--
this
time
from
his
nostrils
as
well
as
from
his
mouth
.
"
So
,
"
went
on
Chichikov
,
"
if
no
obstacle
stands
in
the
way
,
we
might
as
well
proceed
to
the
completion
of
the
purchase
.
"
"
What
?
Of
the
purchase
of
the
dead
souls
?
"
