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"
Then
you
see
how
it
is
,
do
you
not
?
Remember
that
,
according
to
my
plan
,
you
will
never
again
have
to
butter
up
the
Assessor
,
seeing
that
it
will
be
I
who
will
be
paying
for
those
peasants
--
I
,
not
YOU
,
for
I
shall
have
taken
over
the
dues
upon
them
,
and
have
transferred
them
to
myself
as
so
many
bona
fide
serfs
.
Do
you
understand
AT
LAST
?
"
However
,
the
old
lady
still
communed
with
herself
.
She
could
see
that
the
transaction
would
be
to
her
advantage
,
yet
it
was
one
of
such
a
novel
and
unprecedented
nature
that
she
was
beginning
to
fear
lest
this
purchaser
of
souls
intended
to
cheat
her
.
Certainly
he
had
come
from
God
only
knew
where
,
and
at
the
dead
of
night
,
too
!
"
But
,
sir
,
I
have
never
in
my
life
sold
dead
folk
--
only
living
ones
.
Three
years
ago
I
transferred
two
wenches
to
Protopopov
for
a
hundred
roubles
apiece
,
and
he
thanked
me
kindly
,
for
they
turned
out
splendid
workers
--
able
to
make
napkins
or
anything
else
.
"
Yes
,
but
with
the
living
we
have
nothing
to
do
,
damn
it
!
I
am
asking
you
only
about
DEAD
folk
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
of
course
.
But
at
first
sight
I
felt
afraid
lest
I
should
be
incurring
a
loss
--
lest
you
should
be
wishing
to
outwit
me
,
good
sir
.
You
see
,
the
dead
souls
are
worth
rather
more
than
you
have
offered
for
them
.
"
"
See
here
,
madam
.
(
What
a
woman
it
is
!
)
HOW
could
they
be
worth
more
?
Think
for
yourself
.
They
are
so
much
loss
to
you
--
so
much
loss
,
do
you
understand
?
Take
any
worthless
,
rubbishy
article
you
like
--
a
piece
of
old
rag
,
for
example
.
That
rag
will
yet
fetch
its
price
,
for
it
can
be
bought
for
paper-making
.
But
these
dead
souls
are
good
for
NOTHING
AT
ALL
.
Can
you
name
anything
that
they
ARE
good
for
?
"
"
True
,
true
--
they
ARE
good
for
nothing
.
But
what
troubles
me
is
the
fact
that
they
are
dead
.
"
"
What
a
blockhead
of
a
creature
!
"
said
Chichikov
to
himself
,
for
he
was
beginning
to
lose
patience
.
"
Bless
her
heart
,
I
may
as
well
be
going
.
She
has
thrown
me
into
a
perfect
sweat
,
the
cursed
old
shrew
!
"
He
took
a
handkerchief
from
his
pocket
,
and
wiped
the
perspiration
from
his
brow
.
Yet
he
need
not
have
flown
into
such
a
passion
.
More
than
one
respected
statesman
reveals
himself
,
when
confronted
with
a
business
matter
,
to
be
just
such
another
as
Madam
Korobotchka
,
in
that
,
once
he
has
got
an
idea
into
his
head
,
there
is
no
getting
it
out
of
him
--
you
may
ply
him
with
daylight-clear
arguments
,
yet
they
will
rebound
from
his
brain
as
an
india-rubber
ball
rebounds
from
a
flagstone
.
Nevertheless
,
wiping
away
the
perspiration
,
Chichikov
resolved
to
try
whether
he
could
not
bring
her
back
to
the
road
by
another
path
.
