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"
Say
no
more
about
it
,
if
you
please
.
I
have
quite
taken
your
measure
.
But
see
here
.
Should
you
care
to
play
a
game
of
banker
?
I
am
ready
to
stake
both
the
dead
souls
and
the
barrel-organ
at
cards
.
"
"
No
;
to
leave
an
issue
to
cards
means
to
submit
oneself
to
the
unknown
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
covertly
glancing
at
the
pack
which
Nozdrev
had
got
in
his
hands
.
Somehow
the
way
in
which
his
companion
had
cut
that
pack
seemed
to
him
suspicious
.
"
Why
'
to
the
unknown
'
?
"
asked
Nozdrev
.
"
There
is
no
such
thing
as
'
the
unknown
.
'
Should
luck
be
on
your
side
,
you
may
win
the
devil
knows
what
a
haul
.
Oh
,
luck
,
luck
!
"
he
went
on
,
beginning
to
deal
,
in
the
hope
of
raising
a
quarrel
.
"
Here
is
the
cursed
nine
upon
which
,
the
other
night
,
I
lost
everything
.
All
along
I
knew
that
I
should
lose
my
money
.
Said
I
to
myself
:
'
The
devil
take
you
,
you
false
,
accursed
card
!
"'
Just
as
Nozdrev
uttered
the
words
Porphyri
entered
with
a
fresh
bottle
of
liquor
;
but
Chichikov
declined
either
to
play
or
to
drink
.
"
Why
do
you
refuse
to
play
?
"
asked
Nozdrev
.
"
Because
I
feel
indisposed
to
do
so
.
Moreover
,
I
must
confess
that
I
am
no
great
hand
at
cards
.
"
"
WHY
are
you
no
great
hand
at
them
?
"
Chichikov
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Because
I
am
not
,
"
he
replied
.
"
You
are
no
great
hand
at
ANYTHING
,
I
think
.
"
