It is a good silver article--not one of those cheap metal affairs; and though it has suffered some damage, he can easily get that put right.

A young man always needs to give a watch to his betrothed." "No," he added after further thought.

"I will leave him the watch in my will, as a keepsake." Meanwhile our hero was bowling along in high spirit.

Such an unexpected acquisition both of dead souls and of runaway serfs had come as a windfall.

Even before reaching Plushkin's village he had had a presentiment that he would do successful business there, but not business of such pre-eminent profitableness as had actually resulted.
As he proceeded he whistled, hummed with hand placed trumpetwise to his mouth, and ended by bursting into a burst of melody so striking that Selifan, after listening for a while, nodded his head and exclaimed, "My word, but the master CAN sing!" By the time they reached the town darkness had fallen, and changed the character of the scene.