Very different that from the ways of a rogue, whom one can never satisfy, however much one may give him.

For instance, that captain of mine is constantly begging me to let him have a meal--though he is about as much my nephew as I am his grandfather.

As it happens, there is never a bite of anything in the house, so he has to go away empty.

But about the list of those good-for-nothing souls--I happen to possess such a list, since I have drawn one up in readiness for the next revision." With that Plushkin donned his spectacles, and once more started to rummage in the cupboard, and to smother his guest with dust as he untied successive packages of papers--so much so that his victim burst out sneezing.

Finally he extracted a much-scribbled document in which the names of the deceased peasants lay as close-packed as a cloud of midges, for there were a hundred and twenty of them in all.