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"
We
are
travellers
,
good
mother
,
"
said
Chichikov
.
"
Pray
allow
us
to
spend
the
night
here
.
"
"
Out
upon
you
for
a
pair
of
gadabouts
!
"
retorted
the
old
woman
.
"
A
fine
time
of
night
to
be
arriving
!
We
do
n't
keep
an
hotel
,
mind
you
.
This
is
a
lady
's
residence
.
"
"
But
what
are
we
to
do
,
mother
?
We
have
lost
our
way
,
and
can
not
spend
the
night
out
of
doors
in
such
weather
.
"
"
No
,
we
can
not
.
The
night
is
dark
and
cold
,
"
added
Selifan
.
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
you
fool
!
"
exclaimed
Chichikov
.
"
Who
ARE
you
,
then
?
"
inquired
the
old
woman
.
"
A
dvorianin
12
,
good
mother
.
"
Somehow
the
word
dvorianin
seemed
to
give
the
old
woman
food
for
thought
.
"
Wait
a
moment
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
I
will
tell
the
mistress
.
"
Two
minutes
later
she
returned
with
a
lantern
in
her
hand
,
the
gates
were
opened
,
and
a
light
glimmered
in
a
second
window
.
Entering
the
courtyard
,
the
britchka
halted
before
a
moderate-sized
mansion
.
The
darkness
did
not
permit
of
very
accurate
observation
being
made
,
but
,
apparently
,
the
windows
only
of
one-half
of
the
building
were
illuminated
,
while
a
quagmire
in
front
of
the
door
reflected
the
beams
from
the
same
.
