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"
Very
well
,
"
remarked
Chichikov
.
"
Then
we
need
only
to
agree
as
to
the
price
.
"
"
As
to
the
price
?
"
began
Manilov
,
and
then
stopped
.
Presently
he
went
on
:
"
Surely
you
can
not
suppose
me
capable
of
taking
money
for
souls
which
,
in
one
sense
at
least
,
have
completed
their
existence
?
Seeing
that
this
fantastic
whim
of
yours
(
if
I
may
so
call
it
?
)
has
seized
upon
you
to
the
extent
that
it
has
,
I
,
on
my
side
,
shall
be
ready
to
surrender
to
you
those
souls
UNCONDITIONALLY
,
and
to
charge
myself
with
the
whole
expenses
of
the
sale
.
"
I
should
be
greatly
to
blame
if
I
were
to
omit
that
,
as
soon
as
Manilov
had
pronounced
these
words
,
the
face
of
his
guest
became
replete
with
satisfaction
.
Indeed
,
grave
and
prudent
a
man
though
Chichikov
was
,
he
had
much
ado
to
refrain
from
executing
a
leap
that
would
have
done
credit
to
a
goat
(
an
animal
which
,
as
we
all
know
,
finds
itself
moved
to
such
exertions
only
during
moments
of
the
most
ecstatic
joy
)
.
Nevertheless
the
guest
did
at
least
execute
such
a
convulsive
shuffle
that
the
material
with
which
the
cushions
of
the
chair
were
covered
came
apart
,
and
Manilov
gazed
at
him
with
some
misgiving
.
Finally
Chichikov
's
gratitude
led
him
to
plunge
into
a
stream
of
acknowledgement
of
a
vehemence
which
caused
his
host
to
grow
confused
,
to
blush
,
to
shake
his
head
in
deprecation
,
and
to
end
by
declaring
that
the
concession
was
nothing
,
and
that
,
his
one
desire
being
to
manifest
the
dictates
of
his
heart
and
the
psychic
magnetism
which
his
friend
exercised
,
he
,
in
short
,
looked
upon
the
dead
souls
as
so
much
worthless
rubbish
.
"
Not
at
all
,
"
replied
Chichikov
,
pressing
his
hand
;
after
which
he
heaved
a
profound
sigh
.
Indeed
,
he
seemed
in
the
right
mood
for
outpourings
of
the
heart
,
for
he
continued
--
not
without
a
ring
of
emotion
in
his
tone
:
"
If
you
but
knew
the
service
which
you
have
rendered
to
an
apparently
insignificant
individual
who
is
devoid
both
of
family
and
kindred
!
For
what
have
I
not
suffered
in
my
time
--
I
,
a
drifting
barque
amid
the
tempestuous
billows
of
life
?
What
harryings
,
what
persecutions
,
have
I
not
known
?
Of
what
grief
have
I
not
tasted
?
And
why
?
Simply
because
I
have
ever
kept
the
truth
in
view
,
because
ever
I
have
preserved
inviolate
an
unsullied
conscience
,
because
ever
I
have
stretched
out
a
helping
hand
to
the
defenceless
widow
and
the
hapless
orphan
!
"
After
which
outpouring
Chichikov
pulled
out
his
handkerchief
,
and
wiped
away
a
brimming
tear
.
Manilov
's
heart
was
moved
to
the
core
.
Again
and
again
did
the
two
friends
press
one
another
's
hands
in
silence
as
they
gazed
into
one
another
's
tear-filled
eyes
.
Indeed
,
Manilov
COULD
not
let
go
our
hero
's
hand
,
but
clasped
it
with
such
warmth
that
the
hero
in
question
began
to
feel
himself
at
a
loss
how
best
to
wrench
it
free
:
until
,
quietly
withdrawing
it
,
he
observed
that
to
have
the
purchase
completed
as
speedily
as
possible
would
not
be
a
bad
thing
;
wherefore
he
himself
would
at
once
return
to
the
town
to
arrange
matters
.
Taking
up
his
hat
,
therefore
,
he
rose
to
make
his
adieus
.
"
What
?
Are
you
departing
already
?
"
said
Manilov
,
suddenly
recovering
himself
,
and
experiencing
a
sense
of
misgiving
.
At
that
moment
his
wife
sailed
into
the
room
.
"
Is
Paul
Ivanovitch
leaving
us
so
soon
,
dearest
Lizanka
?
"
she
said
with
an
air
of
regret
.
"
Yes
.
