The half-tipsy Nozdrev, without noticing them, continued his harangue as before.
"Ah, my fine sir!" he cried.

"THIS time I don't mean to let you go.

No, not until I have learnt what all this purchasing of dead peasants means.
Look here.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Yes, _I_ say that--_I_ who am one of your best friends." Here he turned to the Governor again.