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"
Do
not
speak
of
him
,
I
beg
of
you
!
"
she
cried
,
turning
pale
.
"
May
God
,
rather
,
bless
him
!
Last
night
was
the
third
night
that
he
has
appeared
to
me
in
a
dream
.
You
see
,
after
saying
my
prayers
,
I
bethought
me
of
telling
my
fortune
by
the
cards
;
and
God
must
have
sent
him
as
a
punishment
.
He
looked
so
horrible
,
and
had
horns
longer
than
a
bull
's
!
"
"
I
wonder
you
do
n't
see
SCORES
of
devils
in
your
dreams
!
Merely
out
of
Christian
charity
he
had
come
to
you
to
say
,
'
I
perceive
a
poor
widow
going
to
rack
and
ruin
,
and
likely
soon
to
stand
in
danger
of
want
.
'
Well
,
go
to
rack
and
ruin
--
yes
,
you
and
all
your
village
together
!
"
"
The
insults
!
"
exclaimed
the
old
woman
,
glancing
at
her
visitor
in
terror
.
"
I
should
think
so
!
"
continued
Chichikov
.
"
Indeed
,
I
can
not
find
words
to
describe
you
.
To
say
no
more
about
it
,
you
are
like
a
dog
in
a
manger
.
You
do
n't
want
to
eat
the
hay
yourself
,
yet
you
wo
n't
let
anyone
else
touch
it
.
All
that
I
am
seeking
to
do
is
to
purchase
certain
domestic
products
of
yours
,
for
the
reason
that
I
have
certain
Government
contracts
to
fulfil
.
"
This
last
he
added
in
passing
,
and
without
any
ulterior
motive
,
save
that
it
came
to
him
as
a
happy
thought
.
Nevertheless
the
mention
of
Government
contracts
exercised
a
powerful
influence
upon
Nastasia
Petrovna
,
and
she
hastened
to
say
in
a
tone
that
was
almost
supplicatory
:
"
Why
should
you
be
so
angry
with
me
?
Had
I
known
that
you
were
going
to
lose
your
temper
in
this
way
,
I
should
never
have
discussed
the
matter
.
"
"
No
wonder
that
I
lose
my
temper
!
An
egg
too
many
is
no
great
matter
,
yet
it
may
prove
exceedingly
annoying
.
"
"
Well
,
well
,
I
will
let
you
have
the
souls
for
fifteen
roubles
each
.
Also
,
with
regard
to
those
contracts
,
do
not
forget
me
if
at
any
time
you
should
find
yourself
in
need
of
rye-meal
or
buckwheat
or
groats
or
dead
meat
.
"
"
No
,
I
shall
NEVER
forget
you
,
madam
!
"
he
said
,
wiping
his
forehead
,
where
three
separate
streams
of
perspiration
were
trickling
down
his
face
.
Then
he
asked
her
whether
in
the
town
she
had
any
acquaintance
or
agent
whom
she
could
empower
to
complete
the
transference
of
the
serfs
,
and
to
carry
out
whatsoever
else
might
be
necessary
.
"
Certainly
,
"
replied
Madame
Korobotchka
.
"
The
son
of
our
archpriest
,
Father
Cyril
,
himself
is
a
lawyer
.
"
