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"
Ah
!
I
know
you
and
your
poor
play
,
"
repeated
Nozdrev
,
moving
a
second
chessman
.
"
I
say
again
that
it
is
a
long
time
since
last
I
had
a
chessman
in
my
hand
.
"
And
Chichikov
,
in
his
turn
,
moved
.
"
Ah
!
I
know
you
and
your
poor
play
,
"
repeated
Nozdrev
,
for
the
third
time
as
he
made
a
third
move
.
At
the
same
moment
the
cuff
of
one
of
his
sleeves
happened
to
dislodge
another
chessman
from
its
position
.
"
Again
,
I
say
,
"
said
Chichikov
,
"
that
'
tis
a
long
time
since
last
--
But
hi
!
look
here
!
Put
that
piece
back
in
its
place
!
"
"
What
piece
?
"
"
This
one
.
"
And
almost
as
Chichikov
spoke
he
saw
a
third
chessman
coming
into
view
between
the
queens
.
God
only
knows
whence
that
chessman
had
materialised
.
"
No
,
no
!
"
shouted
Chichikov
as
he
rose
from
the
table
.
"
It
is
impossible
to
play
with
a
man
like
you
.
People
do
n't
move
three
pieces
at
once
.
"
"
How
'
three
pieces
'
?
All
that
I
have
done
is
to
make
a
mistake
--
to
move
one
of
my
pieces
by
accident
.
If
you
like
,
I
will
forfeit
it
to
you
.
"
"
And
whence
has
the
third
piece
come
?
"
