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And
even
as
Khlobuev
spoke
he
felt
renewed
vigour
and
confidence
arise
in
his
soul
,
and
his
mind
begin
to
awake
to
a
sense
of
hopefulness
of
eventually
being
able
to
put
to
flight
his
troubles
.
And
even
as
it
was
,
the
world
seemed
to
be
growing
dim
to
his
eyes
...
Meanwhile
,
plea
after
plea
had
been
presented
to
the
legal
authorities
,
and
daily
were
relatives
whom
no
one
had
before
heard
of
putting
in
an
appearance
.
Yes
,
like
vultures
to
a
corpse
did
these
good
folk
come
flocking
to
the
immense
property
which
Madam
Khanasarov
had
left
behind
her
.
Everywhere
were
heard
rumours
against
Chichikov
,
rumours
with
regard
to
the
validity
of
the
second
will
,
rumours
with
regard
to
will
number
one
,
and
rumours
of
larceny
and
concealment
of
funds
.
Also
,
there
came
to
hand
information
with
regard
both
to
Chichikov
's
purchase
of
dead
souls
and
to
his
conniving
at
contraband
goods
during
his
service
in
the
Customs
Department
.
In
short
,
every
possible
item
of
evidence
was
exhumed
,
and
the
whole
of
his
previous
history
investigated
.
How
the
authorities
had
come
to
suspect
and
to
ascertain
all
this
God
only
knows
,
but
the
fact
remains
that
there
had
fallen
into
the
hands
of
those
authorities
information
concerning
matters
of
which
Chichikov
had
believed
only
himself
and
the
four
walls
to
be
aware
.
True
,
for
a
time
these
matters
remained
within
the
cognisance
of
none
but
the
functionaries
concerned
,
and
failed
to
reach
Chichikov
's
ears
;
but
at
length
a
letter
from
a
confidential
friend
gave
him
reason
to
think
that
the
fat
was
about
to
fall
into
the
fire
.
Said
the
letter
briefly
:
"
Dear
sir
,
I
beg
to
advise
you
that
possibly
legal
trouble
is
pending
,
but
that
you
have
no
cause
for
uneasiness
,
seeing
that
everything
will
be
attended
to
by
yours
very
truly
.
"
Yet
,
in
spite
of
its
tenor
,
the
epistle
reassured
its
recipient
.
"
What
a
genius
the
fellow
is
!
"
thought
Chichikov
to
himself
.
Next
,
to
complete
his
satisfaction
,
his
tailor
arrived
with
the
new
suit
which
he
had
ordered
.
Not
without
a
certain
sense
of
pride
did
our
hero
inspect
the
frockcoat
of
smoked
grey
shot
with
flame
colour
and
look
at
it
from
every
point
of
view
,
and
then
try
on
the
breeches
--
the
latter
fitting
him
like
a
picture
,
and
quite
concealing
any
deficiencies
in
the
matter
of
his
thighs
and
calves
(
though
,
when
buckled
behind
,
they
left
his
stomach
projecting
like
a
drum
)
.
True
,
the
customer
remarked
that
there
appeared
to
be
a
slight
tightness
under
the
right
armpit
,
but
the
smiling
tailor
only
rejoined
that
that
would
cause
the
waist
to
fit
all
the
better
.
"
Sir
,
"
he
said
triumphantly
,
"
you
may
rest
assured
that
the
work
has
been
executed
exactly
as
it
ought
to
have
been
executed
.
No
one
,
except
in
St.
Petersburg
,
could
have
done
it
better
.
"
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
the
tailor
himself
hailed
from
St.
Petersburg
,
but
called
himself
on
his
signboard
"
Foreign
Costumier
from
London
and
Paris
"
--
the
truth
being
that
by
the
use
of
a
double-barrelled
flourish
of
cities
superior
to
mere
"
Karlsruhe
"
and
"
Copenhagen
"
he
designed
to
acquire
business
and
cut
out
his
local
rivals
.
Chichikov
graciously
settled
the
man
's
account
,
and
,
as
soon
as
he
had
gone
,
paraded
at
leisure
,
and
con
amore
,
and
after
the
manner
of
an
artist
of
aesthetic
taste
,
before
the
mirror
.
Somehow
he
seemed
to
look
better
than
ever
in
the
suit
,
for
his
cheeks
had
now
taken
on
a
still
more
interesting
air
,
and
his
chin
an
added
seductiveness
,
while
his
white
collar
lent
tone
to
his
neck
,
the
blue
satin
tie
heightened
the
effect
of
the
collar
,
the
fashionable
dickey
set
off
the
tie
,
the
rich
satin
waistcoat
emphasised
the
dickey
,
and
the
smoked-grey-shot-with-flame-colour
frockcoat
,
shining
like
silk
,
splendidly
rounded
off
the
whole
.
When
he
turned
to
the
right
he
looked
well
:
when
he
turned
to
the
left
he
looked
even
better
.
In
short
,
it
was
a
costume
worthy
of
a
Lord
Chamberlain
or
the
species
of
dandy
who
shrinks
from
swearing
in
the
Russian
language
,
but
amply
relieves
his
feelings
in
the
language
of
France
.
Next
,
inclining
his
head
slightly
to
one
side
,
our
hero
endeavoured
to
pose
as
though
he
were
addressing
a
middle-aged
lady
of
exquisite
refinement
;
and
the
result
of
these
efforts
was
a
picture
which
any
artist
might
have
yearned
to
portray
.
Next
,
his
delight
led
him
gracefully
to
execute
a
hop
in
ballet
fashion
,
so
that
the
wardrobe
trembled
and
a
bottle
of
eau-de-Cologne
came
crashing
to
the
floor
.
Yet
even
this
contretemps
did
not
upset
him
;
he
merely
called
the
offending
bottle
a
fool
,
and
then
debated
whom
first
he
should
visit
in
his
attractive
guise
.
Suddenly
there
resounded
through
the
hall
a
clatter
of
spurred
heels
,
and
then
the
voice
of
a
gendarme
saying
:
"
You
are
commanded
to
present
yourself
before
the
Governor-General
!
"
Turning
round
,
Chichikov
stared
in
horror
at
the
spectacle
presented
;
for
in
the
doorway
there
was
standing
an
apparition
wearing
a
huge
moustache
,
a
helmet
surmounted
with
a
horsehair
plume
,
a
pair
of
crossed
shoulder-belts
,
and
a
gigantic
sword
!
A
whole
army
might
have
been
combined
into
a
single
individual
!
And
when
Chichikov
opened
his
mouth
to
speak
the
apparition
repeated
,
"
You
are
commanded
to
present
yourself
before
the
Governor-General
,
"
and
at
the
same
moment
our
hero
caught
sight
both
of
a
second
apparition
outside
the
door
and
of
a
coach
waiting
beneath
the
window
.
What
was
to
be
done
?
Nothing
whatever
was
possible
.
Just
as
he
stood
--
in
his
smoked-grey-shot-with-flame-colour
suit
--
he
had
then
and
there
to
enter
the
vehicle
,
and
,
shaking
in
every
limb
,
and
with
a
gendarme
seated
by
his
side
,
to
start
for
the
residence
of
the
Governor-General
.
And
even
in
the
hall
of
that
establishment
no
time
was
given
him
to
pull
himself
together
,
for
at
once
an
aide-de-camp
said
:
"
Go
inside
immediately
,
for
the
Prince
is
awaiting
you
.
"
And
as
in
a
dream
did
our
hero
see
a
vestibule
where
couriers
were
being
handed
dispatches
,
and
then
a
salon
which
he
crossed
with
the
thought
,
"
I
suppose
I
am
not
to
be
allowed
a
trial
,
but
shall
be
sent
straight
to
Siberia
!
"
And
at
the
thought
his
heart
started
beating
in
a
manner
which
the
most
jealous
of
lovers
could
not
have
rivalled
.
At
length
there
opened
a
door
,
and
before
him
he
saw
a
study
full
of
portfolios
,
ledgers
,
and
dispatch-boxes
,
with
,
standing
behind
them
,
the
gravely
menacing
figure
of
the
Prince
.
"
There
stands
my
executioner
,
"
thought
Chichikov
to
himself
.
"
He
is
about
to
tear
me
to
pieces
as
a
wolf
tears
a
lamb
.
"
Indeed
,
the
Prince
's
lips
were
simply
quivering
with
rage
.
