1 Involuntarily our hero started and stared.
2 Meanwhile our hero was bowling along in high spirit.
3 That must be the hero of whom the Guards would have been so glad to get hold.
4 Some of the names greatly astonished our hero, so, still more, did the surnames.
5 To that, however, our damp, cold hero gave not a thought, for all his mind was fixed upon bed.
6 But in the present case the hero was a man of middle-age, and of cautious and frigid temperament.
7 A covert glance at Sobakevitch showed our hero that his host exactly resembled a moderate-sized bear.
8 However, in spite of the distressfulness of the foregoing possibilities, it is time that I returned to my hero.
9 These comments I have interposed for the purpose of explaining to the reader why, as our hero conversed, the maiden began to yawn.
10 Yes, in spite of the responsibility of the Inferior Land Court, the speaker cast all thoughts of it to the winds as he hurried to greet our hero.
11 Arrived at the inn, our hero continued babbling awhile about a flaxen-haired damsel with rosy lips and a dimple in her right cheek, about villages of his in Kherson, and about the amount of his capital.
12 It is difficult to say whether or not the feeling which had awakened in our hero's breast was the feeling of love; for it is problematical whether or not men who are neither stout nor thin are capable of any such sentiment.
13 His emotion was such that he could not formulate a single intelligible syllable; he could merely murmur the devil only knows what, though certainly nothing of the kind which would have risen to the lips of the hero of a fashionable novel.
14 Upon that Chichikov turned to her, and was on the point of returning a reply at least no worse than that which would have been returned, under similar circumstances, by the hero of a fashionable novelette, when he stopped short, as though thunderstruck.
15 Certainly Chichikov was a thorough coward, for, although the britchka pursued its headlong course until Nozdrev's establishment had disappeared behind hillocks and hedgerows, our hero continued to glance nervously behind him, as though every moment expecting to see a stern chase begin.
16 The same tint marked the maiden's ears where they glowed in the sunshine, and, in short, what with the tears in her wide-open, arresting eyes, she presented so attractive a picture that our hero bestowed upon it more than a passing glance before he turned his attention to the hubbub which was being raised among the horses and the coachmen.
17 Indeed, Manilov COULD not let go our hero's hand, but clasped it with such warmth that the hero in question began to feel himself at a loss how best to wrench it free: until, quietly withdrawing it, he observed that to have the purchase completed as speedily as possible would not be a bad thing; wherefore he himself would at once return to the town to arrange matters.
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