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"
I
BEG
your
pardon
!
"
said
Sobakevitch
hastily
.
"
Evidently
I
have
hurt
you
.
Pray
sit
down
again
.
"
"
No
,
"
retorted
Chichikov
.
"
I
am
merely
wasting
my
time
,
and
must
be
off
.
"
"
Oh
,
sit
down
just
for
a
moment
.
I
have
something
more
agreeable
to
say
.
"
And
,
drawing
closer
to
his
guest
,
Sobakevitch
whispered
in
his
ear
,
as
though
communicating
to
him
a
secret
:
"
How
about
twenty-five
roubles
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
!
"
exclaimed
Chichikov
.
"
I
wo
n't
give
you
even
a
QUARTER
of
that
.
I
wo
n't
advance
another
kopeck
.
"
For
a
while
Sobakevitch
remained
silent
,
and
Chichikov
did
the
same
.
This
lasted
for
a
couple
of
minutes
,
and
,
meanwhile
,
the
aquiline-nosed
Bagration
gazed
from
the
wall
as
though
much
interested
in
the
bargaining
.
"
What
is
your
outside
price
?
"
at
length
said
Sobakevitch
.
"
Two
and
a
half
roubles
.
"
"
Then
you
seem
to
rate
a
human
soul
at
about
the
same
value
as
a
boiled
turnip
.
At
least
give
me
THREE
roubles
.
"
"
No
,
I
can
not
.
"
"
Pardon
me
,
but
you
are
an
impossible
man
to
deal
with
.
However
,
even
though
it
will
mean
a
dead
loss
to
me
,
and
you
have
not
shown
a
very
nice
spirit
about
it
,
I
can
not
well
refuse
to
please
a
friend
.
I
suppose
a
purchase
deed
had
better
be
made
out
in
order
to
have
everything
in
order
?
"
